Dancing with fever, angst and fun,
Underneath the dazzling, disco lights,
Waiting to meet their king of hearts,
On these long, delusional nights,
Hustle and bustle, with some spilt drinks
On the sidelines,
While ladies elegantly, clink glasses of the finest of wines,
They dance with shimmering hair and made up faces,
With desire in their moves at differenr paces,
The disco lights, entices the night,
To deliver love, but more likely will entice, just lust,
Hard to find anybody to trust,
Dreams come crashing down,
Fairytales take a look around the dance floor,
And flee out the door,
Into the lonely streets of the towns.
Regardless the ladies continues to dance creating beautiful images,
In their colourful gowns,
Wishing for the chemistry to ignite,
All in a night out with hearts that fight,
To charm with their mask of illusion,
The kings of the night club, only cause confusion,
Faitytales again, look around the dance floor,
And flee out the door,
Not wanting to stay for more,
Having to listen to drunken bores,
Time stops, as images collide,
Small talk becomes a chore,
Sincerity flees too, with nobody to connect with and confide,
Romance is in the lie of the uplifting trance,
While they create magic as they dance!
Hazel Durham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairytales-on-the-run/
