Dancing in the Crossroads

You and I dancing again in this crossroad.
We’ve been here before, but isn’t it funny
How we never can remember when.
Promises and yea, we’ve exchanged
Glances, and moments, and perhaps more.
But to say by chances I find you here,
And you find me at the beginning
Of your ending and our future.

You see, through the rain and shine,
Somehow in my mind an image remained.
And through the torn glasses of this kaleidoscope,
The twists and turns of its colors,
Conjoining to form if only a glimpse,
Of us dancing again in this crossroad.
And I knew, though strangers, we knew
That day would come, and it was a great day.

Each song I wrote and sang, but secretly
A message in a bottle to your ears,
When they would play it on the radio and movies.
And we danced, though not side by side,
To a waltz or tango, red with wine, blinded.
Shall I breathe you in, like this perfumed air?
Or shall I hold my breath to know you are real,
So that even death could not keep me from you…

My hands held but only the light of you,
But I felt its warmth to my core,
Then you were there again in my mind,
Or was it on the side of the bus I took to buy
These April roses, as I find myself
Stumbling in front of your doorsteps.
It’s been years, hasn’t it?
Hello again, my dear…

 LTD 04/09