I sought to find a true moment of bliss
And so, I danced a dance to music slow
Entwined in her arms, and she in mine
We swayed and moved to music's time,
And never beat or rhythm missed
As we danced to music, slow.
I closed my eyes and rested my cheek upon her hair,
And my reason and senses did fly away into oblivion
Inhaling deeply her perfumed scent and
I dreamed dreams to match my fair companion.
All too soon, the music ended,
And we became as we were before
Strangers who could remember not the other's name,
For as we had come to dance, so did we depart
I had an interesting conversation with a visitor to our islands about why she was single. Professional, smart, dedicated, and a good person. Attractive, slender, and quite a catch, if only someone were brave enough to ask her out and not run away upon discovering that she was way out of their league.
Although I don't pretend to be in her league, nor did I make a pass or attempt to. But upon comparison of how similar we felt about our experiences in interacting with members of the opposite sex, in my case, mostly catastrophic errors in judgment, it occurred to me to write a poem about a lonely heart, seeking a connection in a world where sometimes the best we can do is dance a slow dance and for a moment pretend as if a connection existed, before shuffling off the dance floor and returning to reality.
Regardless of how independent we are or imagine ourselves to be, we all need some kind of connection to those around us. We look for it in the oddest places. Sometimes we find it, and other times we just have to pretend to have found it, even for only a moment.