We live in shadow
but somewhere there is light.
It flickers like the heart
beat of lost lovers
seeking escape from
smoke filled rooms.
When their eyes meet
the wild expanse of illusion
seeps into reality,
stoking the fire of
their desperate dance.
Artist Andrew Atroshenko
John Cowgill's Literature Site 
Lovely. The words about the dance just soak right in as you read it.
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Thank you John!
You are very graciously welcome, Holly!!!
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