On Thick Black Ice

The monsters had to spoil it!

She turned into the brightest of my days,
A pole-side dancer lost in neon haze.
But then the monsters came outside the glass,
To watch our rhythmic shadows as they passed.

She grew into the vision of my dreams,
Far deeper than the surface ever seems.
On twelve-inch black ice, dancing through the air,
No monsters found a way to reach us there.

I swore that I could never let her go,
Through every high and every crushing low.
She was the anchor in my shifting sea,
The only part of life that felt like me.

The greatest times were spent within her light,
Before the morning overtook the night.
The best day of my life was finally won,
I gave her up and felt that it was done.