Dancing in Fog

Not an angel, but wearing white.
Swept him off his feet in the midst of the night.

Indigo skies with stars below.
A dreamscape horizon, twinkling and aglow.

Hand rests upon her waist with electric charms.
She looses sight of reality when folded in his arms.

Music streams through darker skies.
Teardrops linger in both their eyes.

The wetness causes stars to streak.
And they hold each other as both go weak.

For careless phrase or foolish act,
They callously break their solemn pact.

Pulled together like the moon and tide.
They break apart and try to hide.

Always seeking a fault to blame;
Always pleading, the heart does strain.

Clarity, not of crystal, but of fog.
In this scenario, their dancing feet are bogged.

Only seeing now with eyes that are closed.
For the king, the queen, the princess and knight - all have been deposed.

Left only with the jester, feeling very much the fool.
'twas easier to live without all the broken rules.