The Dance

The Dance
A lone shade
mutely waits, breathing
snake-like wisps spiraling
in the humid breeze.

A nameless tune
hummed softly, solo
in the chorus
of midnight traffic.

The corner window
on the top floor,
singled out
from the fluorescent parade.

Twin silhouettes
waltzing, within the lighted screen,
tangled and intertwined
in a liberated dance.

A callous epitaph,
mourned to opened eyes,
dissipating the warmth
of the forgotten spectre.