Hidden Dances

You talk of life’s wonders,
Yet you wouldn’t walk with me under the rain,
Bare feet, bare shoulders,
The city behind us,
Far and feign,
You wouldn’t unhand the reins!
Let your soul surrender,
To this mighty strain;
It floods you, and the thunders,
They cleanse all that is vain...
Even the time ever rushing,
It comes to a stop,
As I dance in the washroom of the office or a coffee shop,
Therein, I too wonder
If this space would still be mine,
If I let you in…
