Lovers,

going among the dance floor

finding themselves

lost among each other

 

Lovers,

attempting to find a match

before the night comes to a close

not after the last flight out

 

Lovers,

following the sparkling lights

and moonrise above the mountain tops

a mile above sea

 

Lovers,

finishing their last cocktail

smoking their last fag

dancing their last step

 

Lovers,

searching each other’s eyes

trying to find that moment’s connection

to put the day’s events behind

 

Lovers,

reminding themselves that today is their future

while tomorrow life goes on

and yesterday was only a memory

 

Lovers,

lost on this dance floor in which we break

this dance floor which we make

this dance floor which we hate

 

 

© 2003 David Greg Harth

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