Dark glances hidden so well.
Forbidden chance? Only time will tell.
Step by step, swaying to the beat of fate.
The eyes to the soul guard the key to the gate.
Strength is lost when it sees what’s real.
De ja vu is false, yet still we feel.
Simple motions evolve into a dance.
One sultry moment, our spirits will enhance.
Sensations are overwhelmed and set aflame.
Impulses must be stopped or commence the shame.
The conscience is there but does not speak.
A prayer is said to avail the weak.
So, the blessed horizon begins her golden birth
The unity created flows back down to earth.
The incense of spice drifts away with the night.
Yet the dawn embraces the soul of the dance in twilight.
Rachael J Chavez