Ballroom

• Luc Lightfoot-collins, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2016

Everything in this room seemed to be different shades of grey;
Then I noticed you standing there, shining in the door
I want to introduce myself so I rehearse how to say “hey”
And somehow we are now on that ballroom floor.
I tell you to hold me, and I hold you too
We practice the waltz and the foxtrot;
Colour seeming to reappear brighter than before when I’m with you;
It all flew by so fast, no wonder I forgot.
The ballroom of the mind is a wonderful place;
We can dance all night with the horrors inside
Set each move with our own pace;
These faults that we all have, desperately trying to hide.
But the ballroom of the mind does not discriminate;
It’s a wide plain with dancing shadows as far as you can see;
So if you would be as so kind to matriculate
To this ballroom of mine and come dance with me.