Visions of valor

The mist over your field created a soliloquy in white like some wayward dream. The bittersweet rosebuds blossomed by the violet streams. Something in that Gothic moment lingered in the shadow of silence that hung over the field. The dream floated out of sequence to another time, another place where life was easy. The boogie woogie jazz band played as the people danced spiritedly. The man upstairs smiled as he watched his patrons groove to the syncopated rhythm. His joy was multiplied by three, by four, by twenty dancing couples on the floor as they moved to the music. That’s when I saw you, dancing in the center like a square dancer to the boogie woogie music. Judging by the jugular vein tensed and beaded with sweat one would know you were in your zone. You were feeling not the music of the band but the music inside your head. There was always music inside of your head. Too soon that music faded and left me standing in the isolated field with visions of valor in my head. Too soon I would awaken and the visions would subside. You would be gone and I would be alone.