With me almost leaving
And you just coming in
A miracle we met at all
We musta been predestined
Last night we danced
In a chatroom
All our own
On the telephone
A ballroom of conversation
Mingling with words
Floating on stars
Tinkling music we heard
Laughing and talking
Waltzing in the air
As you whispered sweet words
Into my ear
Not still were we
For hours on end
While moving in rythum
Till dawns break was free
Then finally we said our tata's
And we'll talk agains
Just as we came
We parted as friends
For you there was work
And dreamland I did go
Where we met again
You holding me tight
As we danced once more . . .
Into the night
by Traci S. K. Thysell-McPherson
© Copyright March 15th, 1999