Frozen in time,
Made only to be observed.
Pasty white and porcelain
Some might believe me to be dead.
I think I used to dance,
Judging by how I stand.
But that had to be long ago,
And further than my memory can travel.
I smile at passersby while I stand on guard.
But barely do they ever look my way.
Although, there was a day they saw me,
When I fell from my wooden perch.
They took me to a table,
And ran off to find the means of fixing my broken body.
While I waited,
I noticed something new.
Where I stood to guard the wall of words,
I never wondered if there was someone on the other side.
I assumed I was the only one.
But sure enough, this is untrue.
He’s dancing just like me
He looks similar but not the same,
With gleaming black shoes and lovely blue suit
I knew he was a prince.
I wonder if he saw me too.
He was searching for someone with open arms.
I think about him often,
And now I know I danced.
Because he was dancing with me.
Many years ago,
Than my memory can travel.