Reverie

I stood at the door

Silently looked in

People talking and laughing

Strangers and friends I adore.

My palms are sweaty and cold

My heart beats a mile a minute

I dream of being bold

To saunter in and spin it.

I would have poise

Wave hello to all

Have allure that deploys

Be the belle of the ball.

Nay, I can never be brazen.

I pause at the door

To gather courage once more

Shyness is my companion

~Leona M. Mars~