This Dance
by Daniel “Spuks” Mansell - 3/22/99

...and then a touch from behind
leaves your heart in a trance
As the soft voice whispers,
“May I have this dance?”

So who could it be,
this mysterious man?
That touches your shoulder
and takes you by the hand

A voice so familiar
and a newfound touch
A soft breath of peace
that is needed so much

How or why
it comes with such ease
Is not so important
and never will seize

I dance with you slowly
and steal all your tears
I hold you so gently
and rid all your fears

Across the room
while eyes fixiate
On your brilliant beauty
as we’re dancing away