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

- Rhoda Galgiani