If I were to take your hand
And ask you to dance
By the light of the moon
Would you take a chance
You know I am just a dreamer
Or so it would seem
For there is nothing I won't do
In search of my dream
To me a dream is but a story
Waiting to be told
And as a poet writes their dream
They try to break the mold
So as you dance across your dream
Trying to get it right
Close your eyes and drift away
Dance with me tonight
As we dance across the floor
Know my words are true
I have answered all my dreams
Just by holding you
Every word I write
I listen to, I see.
For the familiar sound
Is what I call poetry.
It may sound crazy,
But the music I hear
Surrounds me in distinction
While I'm envisioning
All sorts of things.
When I read a genuine poem,
I feel like I'm ready
And I ask you to join me
When I read one
Aloud to you...
Shall we dance?
Blind, I walk tap tap
to find my way, rap echo.
Sing song carry me
home to you, bring it home tap
straight to my heart so I hear.
When I see the beat
boomerang back rap to me
I know your sound space
I know the song of your sense
I hear the cry of your dream
The echoes build loud
Add fluid to the white space
Thoughts of listeners
Adding additional beat
Making new heart, soul, song, sound
One by one you come
One by one you come online
Choir adding rhythm rip
choir adding some filigree
add understanding to world
What the rap you make
What the taps you spell out loud
Becomes an image
Shared by all who listen, sing
Wonderful sound, our heartbeat.
Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms
The beat makes you whole.
Count your steps
if you please
hands holding waist
It's called a "Waltz Wave" introduced by Kim Merryman on Blog.
It has 19 lines with the following syllable pattern:
1,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,3,4,3,2,1,2,3,2,1,2,1. You can split words to
make the syllables fit the pattern, if you please
Stop me right now if you've heard this before
there's the wind at my back and a knock at my door
there's you love me to moons but I love you much more
and we dance and we dance and we dance
Please stop me now if you know all my thoughts
as they roll on the wind in occasional bouts
as they shine in my eyes like the sun bleeding clouds
and I write and I write and I write
Stop me in summer if you're sick of the moon
for she shines less and less as the Luna de Lune
for she swells with a million hot stars in her womb
and she grieves and she grieves and she grieves
So stop me at once while the day carries on
as I open my door to the once setting sun
as the brooding of winter escapes in the dawn
and we breathe and we breathe and we breathe.
In drinking star juice,
we internal light the fires within
We taffy twist and tug and spin
the wings of self elation
We bluntly burn each ventricle
and cauterize our lungs until
each tendril of our core is skin invading
And when the juice of stars ignites
we dance the dance and fight the fight
with solar flares to shoot our mouths
to moons yet undiscovered
It's in this moment we depart
and shatter long before we start
to lick elixir from the sky
in lunar inspiration.