Save the Next daNCe foR me, wiLL you?
Friday, December 29th, 2006
i had been standing for sometime with a glass of champagne in one hand. half-conscious why i was there, unmindful of the noisy crowd around me. i was jolted back to awareness when i heard his voice again… "miss, can i have this dance?" there he was, he kissed my hand and smiled at me. "ah, sure." i said, placed the glass on the table, tried to clear my throat and my mind out of my semi-trance state. "you speak my language…?"…"of course", he said. "we come from the same place, you know." i was a dreamer…
he, a stranger. and i’m sure i have just met him for the first time but i seem to have known him forever. we danced and danced, oblivious of the moments that passed by. minutes became hours. we talked about just anything under the sun. there would be moments we ran out of words… we simply stared at each other’s eyes, aware of each other’s presence. my hand in his, his other hand at the small of my back. surprisingly my legs and my back would give way… but they didn’t. it could be because of him, his presence… or just because i was dancing my heart out. then i wasn’t sure. all i cared for was that we were together. which seemed eternity. as i gazed into his eyes i see oceans of dreams, i see bluer clouds, greener grass, livelier music. my mind told me he was far from perfect, and that my circumstances would not permit me to join him in his world but he has brought me this magical daze. i just can’t resist. it was like a dream within a dream.
i knew it was getting late and the crowd was getting thinner. then he guided me to where i stood first, gently held my hand, stared into my eyes and said "save the next dance for me, will you?" he planted a soft kiss on my cheek and was gone.
i was on the same spot, again, half-conscious, unmindful of the silence around me. the line he said when he came, the same line was uttered when he left… but this time with the appeal of wanting to dance with me…. when and where, i still do not know. time will tell. i did not even know his name.
picture "music" is from my flickrpage. pic and story taken and written by eloise, winter 2006
