Dance of the Lady in White

The music sweeps across the stuffy room, permeating the flow of thick musty air and through the bodies swaying from side to side.

Hands entwined, they cling to each other, each dancer, so sure of a beat with no name, a tempo that none can predict. They let go of the pain and verdict of this reality and claim another sense of purpose.

As they move to the sound, and give into to what they already know, all around me, the music flows, like an ocean of possibility, a consuming passion that I don’t understand.

As I stand to my feet, eyes closed, in the dark, a part of this song and the pain in my heart,
I know all along, this music has controlled me. It pulls at my emotions and vibrates my body to its beat.

Then, as if on cue, I open my eyes and let go of the lies holding me tight to a world I only pretend to understand.

To my surprise, there is a man…standing across the room from me, face covered by a mask, grey eyes staring into my broken soul, and a smirk I recognize playing across his perfect lips.

I am hypnotized.

I cannot move, but just sway in place as he moves at a pace too quick for me to catch.
He is in front of me in a moment, I catch my breath. His eyes, never leaving mine, prove intense depth and belie the carelessness with which he takes my hand…a work of art.

“Sweet-heart”

It is only a word, followed by a gentle nod. I bob in a curtsy, hands shaking, mind racing, unheard. Good God. How can this man, this thing of my dreams, this Prince of the Stars, be more real than I seem?
But I do not say a word.

I allow him to pull me away from the safety of my solitude and out across the floor, into a dance I know I was made for.
I feel safe in his arms as he leads me through this dance of life…Full of strife but perfect in its own right because we dance together.

And as we move, I understand that somewhere in this stuffy room, there is a hand that is moving and pulling us away from the crowd and out onto a balcony overlooking a world
endowed with no possibility of surprise…full of distress. Yet it surprises me regardless.

As I walk with him, holding tightly to his arm. The soft breeze blows sweetly through my hair, and lifts my head up toward the beauty of the stars above. And all I can think about, standing there, is how unfair it is that I should be so blessed.

Then, out of nowhere, he points to the right, to a group of stars, shining so bright that they stand out from the rest. They are perfect in their restlessness and move to a beat that I recognize. Full of life and free from the strife of lies so familiar to me, they move as one, in a dance.

Our dance.

And all at once I know. We have been written in the stars. Or, they are written in us…In the depth of our hearts where eternity and a single moment are both the same. Because despite the pain of the day to day and a drudgery that never seems to end, we are made again in the beauty of the light that shines above.

So in that moment, I pull him close. His lips touch mine and I know that this will be held forever in the sky above. Our simple love magnified beyond anything I could ever dream of.
So that regardless of now or then, this kiss will last forever, free from our pain. And wonderfully complete in a “once again” replay that will prove once and for all that a moment this beautiful can in fact exist.

In the silence of our never ending love, we are made perfect from nothingness.