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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I see her, ecstatic under thundering skies, red flashed lightning Long hair static, arms spread wide, savoured downpour, dance.... exuberant As if day becomes night, a crimson moon, tinted stars, painted clouds Peering down, eclipsing fears and weaving enchantment Her pirouettes stir dry leaves in whirlwind patterns And I stand in awe, my clumsy limbs reach out to her My coy moves, a pitiful attempt to match her audacity Her inner focus, isolated from everything but herself. I wonder, could this be a dream, a vision created by a lonely mind An apparition in melodic shapes, beauty conjured by wishful feelings… Then she stops, looks in my direction, and my breath escapes Her eyes enchanting pools of fire, and deep inside I stir: "Dance with me". Is that my voice, cracking like breaking branches? One lithe motion and she is behind me, over my shoulder I can see her curls No, it is her voice, an angelic sound wafts about me, I am motionless, mesmerized “Dance with me” she says again, touching my arm as I feel myself floating Lighter than air, as if I have wings, I feel nothing and I feel everything… Nothing, nothing beats her warmth, no rain, no thundering booming growl from the clouds, no, nothing beats the warmth of her heart beating against mine, or the saltiness of her skin, or the gentle teasing in her voice I still find it hard to convince myself that this is happening…to me But dream or not I will dance, for that is my life…to dance And I will smile for the first time in a long time…in harmony with hers "I knew you before you knew me" she says: "I saw you before you saw yourself" And deep inside I melt, those walls she expertly tears down brick by brick: A mason cementing with bare hands, and I am suddenly naked. And I am free, no longer held captive by my own desolate thoughts, free to explore, free to experience and free to follow her lead, as we now dance, unreserved, un-tethered…into every tomorrow, together. *** September 30, 2017 Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
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