Dancing in the Dark
The moon's been swallowed by
Dark dense clouds,
The starlight is all snuffed out.
In front of his penthouse window
Surveying the crowded city,
With music playing soft and
Romantic in the background,
He sways to the beat of his heart,
His hands in his pockets,
Alone,
Dancing in the dark.
Roy W. Backes
© 1996