Inspired by the theme "Dancing Blind" for Eve Roper's current contest- but not written for that contest.
Entered August 30, 2026, in the Premiere Contest,"1497 Aug - Sept No 2"
With ups and downs and rhythmic gait, they dance together with their show. No way to rest or hesitate- just keep on swinging, high and low. At night they glisten 'neath moon glows as they move on in measured ways; together, merged in well-formed rows, to blindly dance through blinding haze. At times they gallop or may prance to varied rhythms that they feel; yet know the purpose of their dance keeps everything on even keel. And, so they reach out to the shore- now rising taller- see their prize; once there, collapse, rest and explore- blindly retreat, again to rise. Like waves, we also roll freehand; we blindly dance to what's in store. Our waves both high and low will land on what life grants us to explore- and blindly dance with faith and hope we find that well-deserved long rest, to know our rhythm helped us cope; that our dark dance has met the test.
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