Dance

Oh the tempest of the dance and with it's heartbeat move within it's rhythm that perchance that graceless not you prove to soar within a cheerful tone as motions weave to melody does touch within the core of bone and in abandoned harmony Cast with flowing piroutte and symmetry of step on floor a caper to a minuette and into dance emotions pour like children playing in the field and in song does hearbeat skip to the feeling one must yield laid to ballad on the lip Dance is such a sensuous thing to seek to feel in songs narration like butterflies in meadow wing being warmed by the sensation as sinuous as a roebucks spring to a blithful destination and in its depths the heart must sing to movement and it's facination COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC