Lady, Will You Dance?

If you can, try to find Loreena McKinnett's Marco Polo to play while reading this.


The music starts; I offer you my hand
To lead you through your fear onto the floor.
Smiling shyly, I make no demand
But wait till you are ready to explore
The smoky eastern rhythm as it plays
Whispering of harems, caravans,
Borne on the trade winds of forgotten days,
And evening passions spent on desert sands.
The rhythm takes us, your hand on my heart,
Back and forth in stately melody,
Graceful steps, united though apart,
Improvised together, you and me.
The magic takes us when we take the chance
To step out of ourselves into the dance.