The Dancers

The Dancers (@RonanOBoyle)

The Dancers

"Their having a dance in the hotel Royal, Billy."

Said biddy at Tea.

"Will we go?"

Her smile worked its charm.

Can't say no.

"Thirty years since we danced there last. I can see no harm!'

As the dancers prepared to paint the town.

He in suit.

She in her blue ball gown.

He wondered how is it possible.

His blond swan still so beautiful.

They drove through the summer evening.

To the hotel by the harbour so inviting.

Into the hotel Royal.

The ballroom full with friends far and local.

Those who remembered the dancers.

A warm welcome reception.

Filled with eager anticipation.

Then the band began to play.

Dancers dance their cares away.

The two dancers had to wait for their chance.

Busy fulfilling requests for a dance.

Until the band played their song.

He found his swan.

The two joined once more.

Took to the dance floor.

Soon the floor cleared became their own.

Everyone standing back and watched the dancers glide as one.

Perfect step.

Perfect timing.

Perfect dancing.

Everyone in that place.

Eyes all Seeing.

True Love.

Grace.

Dance over.

A mighty clap and roar.

They were swamped on the floor.

An English dancer in silver shoes so thankful.

She had never seen anything so graceful.

It was a soft rain and warm.

As they drove back home.

"Well Billy. How did I dance tonight?"

"You danced beautifully."

"It was like dancing in heaven."

Biddy sighed.

"Exactly that." Billy replied.

"It was dancing in heaven."

That was to be their last dance.

They danced no more.

Billy now patiently waits for her.

Upon heavens Dance floor.

(@RonanOBoyle)