Variation on a Fugue #1

It's dark
It's always dark
Here in this room inside my mind
It is a small room
But not too small,
Where everything fits, and all is well
A sanctuary safe and warm
From those who wish to do me harm
It is not empty
No, it never is.
For in this room there is a girl,
No, wait, her hair's too long for a mere child
She's in that stage most perfect,
Somewhere between a girl
And that age that comes to all.
But no, it doesn't matter,
Not to me
She stands in the center,
Wearing a sleeveless black dress.
A piano starts to play,
No words required.
I step toward her, as if in a dream,
I hold her in my arms
And we stand and slowly dance
Her head rests on my shoulder
Her hair is deep and brown,
I feel the tension draining from my body
For here, within this time
Within this place
I feel...
Perfect.
And nothing else matters.
But the real world calls me back,
And I must go,
But not without regret
And I will always remember
Her face.
And what would I do
If I saw that face?
While walking down the street
Be bold
But not too bold…