The moon is pregnant,
her belly full of dreams for us
as you take my hand,
lead me to the garden
for our first dance.
As the music fills the sky,
white doves are released,
fly towards the shooting stars
and the planets~align
perfectly for one night only.
Peace blankets us.
The orchestra plays
Christophori's Dream
and we dance,
one magical dance of love,
just as you had always promised-
suspended in time, feet
gliding on clouds,
passion tears flowing
like a waterfall.
We twirl together,
taking command of the
flowers in the rose garden
as they sway in time
to our song.
Dizzy, breathless-
our hearts grow wings
and we take flight together
as the music ends,
leaving the others
suspended in disbelief,
their feet still rooted to
the ground as they
become smaller, insignificant.
"Keep dancing," I giggle,
my voice floating on the night wind.
"We were just a mirage!"