When life is sad I dance. The drums and string instruments quiet my spirit and give wings to my feet, thunder and lightening.
When the beat is strong I immerse myself in it and do not think of you.
The dancing heals my wounds; I dance to heal my wounds but would like to dance for you who caused them.
Dancing into fountains of light I pretend I dance for you. Sway and sway again, wantonly desiring I dance for your shadow.
I dance through time and feelings. You beat to a rhythm that isn’t mine.
Peace is achieved through the song and dance; I can dance out my feelings.
As in the words of Leonard Cohen: “…..dance me to the end of love”
Anna Maria
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