The Lady In The Red Dress
PT 1
It was a late evening the rain was pouring, the sky was vivid orange. I got out of my car & gradually strolled to the bay window to peer once more. It’s become a daily routine, just to steal a glance at her dancing. The Lady In the red dress.
Out of the crowd the one whom always caught my eye, the one I adored. She always mesmerised and brought a smile to my face. I loved watching her move smoothly around the ballroom, gliding in and out of the gathering. She moved eloquently a flight of fantasy a dream. She was the sun, the moon, and I the earth.
She was beautiful and in every vision, absolutely gorgeous and was Caucasian, yet part Cherokee. Tall in stature her hair was long dark brown and she had a stunning figure.
Perhaps she was waiting for a particular individual to enter her life & sweep her off her feet. If I could only wish that person would be me.
PT 2
The music played, she danced so gracefully. One could only marvel at here poise & charisma out on the ballroom floor. She wasn’t like any other woman; there was an assured charm about her characteristics, mixing natural beauty and authority in every step.
My eyes continued scanning her across the hall, trailing each movement. Life became sweeter for a couple of hours. Looking down onto the polished floor you could see her refection staring back at her. Her long brown hair and red dress outlining her prominence.
I just wished I could make my way through the cluster of people, eyes locked on hers. She spun around swirling twirling across the dance hall. The music stopped the last dance completed; she walked through the assembly towards the entrance. Things became strangely quiet. She opened the door, the rain kept coming and my charms fell to vacant stares as she seemed to look straight through me. How could I express my feelings for her?
PT 3
The music began to play, and those in the hall once again began to dance. She approached me.
‘Are you not going to ask me to dance?'
She somehow took the words concealed deep within my heart,
‘It would be delightful and an honour if I could acquire this dance with one whose prettiness is beyond comparison'
Some how the words just rolled off my tongue, as if what I had just thought was meant to be spoken. The Lady in the Red Dress joyfully smiled. Bending the knees with one foot forward and lowering the body I bowed and so we began to dance in the rain.
This was an interval of time to which I didn't belong, but at the same time it became a moment that belonged to me. I didn't want it to end, as to how and why I was here, for this dance didn't really matter.
You could hear the short ting melody of the rain drops hitting the ground. The rain picked up speed and the rhythm of the dance became more rapid. Resting her cheek against mine, she whispered into my ear, with a look of gratitude and kindness playing on her beautiful face.
PT 4
We were both alive, complete, and rejoiced. The moon reflected off her dark brown locks. The rain seem to identify with her each stride, appearing to separate harmoniously splashing around her ankles. With her eyes gleaming, she in turn let out a joyous laugh.
The moon sparkled from the intensity. Her Red Dress was drenched, soaking wet and it dragged behind her. She didn’t care, and we kept dancing. I followed, not permitting to let her out of my sight for the apprehension that she would vanish and then she turned to me and her dancing halted.
Her breath suddenly caught. I now remembered what it was to love our hearts racing with happiness.
‘What took you so long?’ She said softly with a smile.
‘Excuse me?’ I replied confused by her question
Her emerald eyes shut; she inhaled gradually as if she were in deep sleep. She gradually leaned in and we kissed. Her lips were as supple as the petals of a bloom, the picture of her green eyes flamed into my brain. Our arms locked together feeling the ecstasy of love.
‘How long was I supposed to wait for you to ask me to dance?’ She whispered
I took off my coat to protect her from the rain that threatened to cool her delicate frame. Kissing her gently I brushed the back of my hand against her smooth flawless skin, gently running my fingers through her locks that flowed across her shoulders.
‘I would of waited for you till the ends of time’. I replied.
There was peace and calm as reality came back into focus. I could read the affection she had for me from her deep within her soul. We stayed there, clothes soaked. We were in tune and I more in love with her than ever.
A flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings and at that moment I realised we were always waiting for each other.
Alas I had finally found my Lady in the Red Dress
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