Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Dance


I dance to a rhythm,
A rhythm of my own creation.

A wild flower dancing
In a storm,
A mermaid,
Against the current.

The music is loud in my ears.
I can feel it tugging
At my strings and chords,
Reverberating within me.

Every breath, a note,
Every heartbeat, a drumbeat.

Melodies of magic
Playing at my core.

I dance,
Unaware of the world;
I dance
Dropping every mask,
Every show, every emotion;

I dance
And dance
And dance
To a rhythm
Of my own creation



Written 28 January 2014 – at 12:30 am