July 19, 2012


Dance of Daydreams

They stood together quietly talking
not saying what is in their heart
just words repeated from one to another
trying to reason with the scene at hand

She danced to her own tune quietly
spins with twirls gently on the stones
a hum in her throat combined with
twinkling in her eye creates a canvas

Those around her whisper words of envy
for they haven’t the will to display such a dance
for they hide in their own dark shadowed walls
and yet, long to display what they think is valid

Her hair flies in the wind, gentle curls frame her face
delight is conveyed in her girlish structure as she
continues her dance in the square - they watch
unaware of their glaring eyes she now bows -

as she finishes her dance of daydreams