On Stage
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I sat in awe and watched them
make the stage a world,
where everything,
everything
could happen.
The music took me away from
where I was sitting.
Drifting me on invisible lines.
And I dreamt.
I dreamt.
Their hair in braids,
their colourful clothes,
their graciousness.
A jump a deer, or swan.
Arms a house to live in.
Embracing all the world from
love to death and beyond.
And I danced, I danced,
my music danced in my head,
my words, sung on paper,
were spoken on stage.
Lived a life other than ink
or syllables.
I lived there.
I bowed for my imaginary public.
My mind a stage,
all dancers,
all words,
all the music.
This dream kept me alive.
This dream makes me a poet
who sees colours and music
in words, and enjoys
just that.
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October 31, 2016
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016
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