To my mystery dancer:

It’s at night where I feel truly alone.

When the animals huddle together for warmth amidst the cold winds.

When people turn and shift in their beds, sweet unconsciousness enveloping them.

When the various bodies of water ripple calmly reflecting the moons incomparable beauty.

It’s at night when I feel truly alone.

But I’m not really.

When I look at the moon it shines bright on my face.

And the stars dance freely in the black abyss

And underneath them something or someone,just one, dances with them.

Dancing ever so elegantly, gracefully, beautifully.

They never notice me and I prefer it that way.

They are special to me. Reserved for only me to see.

And when I feel overwhelmed by daily life, I can be sure that I’ll see my mystery dancer and that they’ll dance my worries away in their dazzling steps.

And now, at night, I don’t feel so alone.