She runs playfully through my mind,
 hair & eyes ablaze,
 taunting, teasing,
 almost close enough to touch.
 I reach out to her
 & she dances away,
 laughing joyfully,
 making me smile
 at the tear that escapes my eye.
 
 She runs & twirls & plays,
 dancing to a song
 that only she can hear -
 a melody of the mind
 & I love her all the more for it.
 
 Silently in the moonlight,
 she smile's her sad child's smile
 sending a shiver down my spine.
 
 Will she dance life's dance with me?
 
-- kenneth p rougeau jr
(sometime in the 1990s)