The Dance


If when you danced
Flagrantly, wildly
Or in silent stillness,
There was a 3 dimensional invisible dynamic canvas that moved with you
And that your body, hair and fingertips expressed themselves in colour
And a visual expression was created as you moved
Eyes closed, spinning
And as you pause and open your eyes, breathless, breathful
There before you, behind you, all around you
Stands your masterpiece
Throbbing, pulsing with your heartbeat
Still alive
Telling stories in lines and shapes
That a mouth could never find the words for,
That words would never have the courage to tell
Perhaps glimpse a new side of yourself,
Never seen before
Just as the breeze carries the paint to the four winds
A fresh canvas awaits the next dance
Pieces of the masterpeace
Falling into place


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