And so, the Dance whirls onward, under moon and beneath the tree, grass beneath our feet, night-blooms smeeling sweet, beauty in all its forms needs little else to be.
So many plans, so many dreams, are held in eyes, and held in arms, it's a wonder we don't fall from the dizzying spin or our dance tonight!
But, we're here for The Moonlight Ball, and eyes watch us as we, alone, rule the ballroom in the Dance!
1,257 posted on 02/24/2005 7:36:21 PM PST by Old Sarge
(In for a penny, in for a pound, saddlin' up and Baghdad-bound!)