The Dance

my hand taken
chosen, i dance
in promenade at dawn
a sacred romance

facets of purity
tapestry of white
forever you lead me
my one sanctioned goodnight

surrendered, lost in you i ensue
chorale ends... makes way for a new
gentleman in waiting
enraptured, i am rightfully consumed

an acquaintance to aspire
a mark of your fingertips
apparent that i admire

my hand taken
chosen, i dance
in promenade at dawn
a sacred romance

forever in your company
an evensong we sing
my one sanctioned goodnight