Feet To Frets

You dance and roam the floor in the dark
a lament of things gone by
the sorrow for what they urge you to give
the impermanence of total instant gratification

I strum to take away the pain
and avoid any unpleasant dyad
to mask any insecurities
lingering doubts of being worthy

You dance closer and slightly smile
the weariness seems not so tough
not asking but gladly appreciating all that you are
a collision of hearts scared but not tarred

On mind still is the beauty of one moment
not having the courage to speak
hoping we shall meet again
when the dance and strum unite