The Dancer, a Poem by Me
The music begins as I close my eyes.
I feel the wind, as the curtains rise.
To my partners arms, I approach with grace.
I feel his hair brush across my face.
Caught in the moment, only we exist.
Heads all turn, as our bodies twist.
He lifts me with ease, and I touch the sky,
imagining clouds are drifting by.
I’ve choreographed, this scene on the stage.
We stop in time, as I search the page.
A tear finds its way,
things aren’t what they seem.
My eyes are now open…
…It was only a dream
I’m finding balance by changing it up a little. I had the poem twirling around in my head while I was working on the photo effects. That is actually snowy Utah in the background-and it was just white upon white-.so I decided it was the perfect dreamy setting for a dancer.
And I WILL dance someday soon. 🙂
Peace and Love!