The Dancer

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 I decided it was the perfect dreamy setting for a dancer.

And I WILL dance someday soon. 🙂

Peace and Love!