Perfect shape across the room

Sweeping it with style.

Broad shoulders distinguishing power.

Powerful legs providing truth.

Full lips pouting

Brown eyes questioning

Asking me to dance.
 

Perfect shape across the room

Sweeping it with style.

Strong arms holding me close.

Gentle breath blowing in my ear.

Whispering words of love

That take away my fear.
 

Eyes open....

Familiar shapes across the room

Producing no style.

The dance was but a dream

Its outcome, my trial.

A Peon in Nature's Vast and Brilliant Path
 

As you stroll on white sand, a spectacular dusk greets you. Angelic pink outlines begin to fade as the sun prepares to nap. Sand annoys your toes, making you want to surrender to your room. The crisp, pungent air invades your nose with a salty sea of smells, forcing you to fight the disturbing sand.
 

From afar, blue ocean waters tease you. Playfully, choruses of laughing waves invite you to come in. You try to fight its temptations, but you can no longer resist. You must sit down at the water's edge and luxuriate.
 

Passionately, crashing ocean waves beckon you further, and you obey their command. Icy waters numb your legs; as you gaze at the billowy purple sky angels at play. Night is setting in, and their mothers will be calling them home soon.
 

Gently, an arresting breeze seduces you, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. Fighting sleep, you reluctantly retreat to your room. As you drift into sleep that night, you visualize this paradise again in your mind. Never will you forget this museful place, where once you were but a peon in Nature's vast and brilliant path.