Envious of the Dancers
By: Tk. T

I sit very still in my new dress,
My eyes cast down as I stare at the floor.
I hear the music playing around me,
So soft and gentle with the dim glow of the lights.
I look up suddenly,
A pair cross in front of me,
Laughing playfully with each other,
Staring into each other's eyes,
The dim light catches their faces,
And makes them glow.
They begin to dance with the music,
Smiling at each other with their glowing faces.
And I think to myself,
While sitting down in my new dress,
How lovely they look.
The love shining visibly in their faces as they hold each other,
Swinging and dancing like glittering stars,
Graceful and gentle like swans.
And I am envious of their faces,
So aglow with love and affection,
And I think to myself,
While sitting down in my new dress,
What if I were in their places?
Wrapped in the arms of someone I love,
And smiling so tenderly on them,
Like that pair,
Those dancers that move like graceful swans.