On solitude

Excuse moi, if I may:
I saw you dancing yesterday
Like a bird of prey in flawless flight,
And I wonder if you'd dance tonight.
If you do, try and call;
I'll watch you by the waterfall.
That's all we need, to stay in place:
A poem and a pretty face.
And nothing matters, no need to brood
When you are set in solitude.