Dancing - Inspired by Anne Lise Andresen
I miss dancing with my Daddy,
I stepped upon his feet,
I held to his legs and round and round
in circles he danced with me.
I miss dancing with my best friend.
We let loose to the jungle beat.
Our blood flowing faster
as we turned to wild beasts.
I miss dancing with my lover,
His arms held me tight.
I let go of all my tension
as we danced beneath the moonlight.
Now I dance within my dreams,
as I can no other place.
No one is here to dance with me,
I feel without a place.