Dancing, twirling on this floor of ice
Bare-footed and with nothing
But a flowing white dress
That wraps itself around me as I whirl
Faster and faster, as I dance
The face on the barroom floor laughs
Delightedly, as though there is
Another dancing in my arms
And in the reflection of the icy
Mirror, there is another spinning
Slowly, in time with my steps
As though he is dancing with me
Graceful movements that barely touch
The barrier in between us
Continuously we dance, until
The thin sheet begins to crack beneath our feet
Waiting to be rejoined again
So that we may dance in each others' arms
