The Growing Dance

when do you dance with me?
as beautiful as the ocean or the sea,
silk dress of waves flows over your feet,
as the scent of the air aromas of sweet,
elegant gliding of your pose across my way,
what can i tell you or what do i say?
what is the answer to the question i ask?
as the dance is divine from behind this mask,
spins into the dizzy mixing up the thought,
lessons at the same time always taught,
but a question needs answering too,
so what am i supposed to do?
as no answer comes but just enjoy,
with this being the difference of a man and a boy.