The music begins as I close my eyes.
I feel the wind,
as the curtains rise.
To my partners arms,
I approach with grace.
I feel his hair brush across my face.
Caught in the moment,
only we exist.
Heads all turn,
as our bodies twist.
He lifts me with ease,
and I touch the sky,
imagining clouds are drifting by.
I’ve choreographed this scene on the stage,
we stop in time,
as I search the page.
A tear finds its way,
things aren’t what they seem.
My eyes are now open.
it was only a dream
The Dancer
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15 responses to “The Dancer”
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Thank you Rebecca!! 🙂
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Thanks and true and also…you have been on my mind! I was worried and ready to check up on you. I hope you disappeared for happy reasons. Or maybe i just imagined you were missing.
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Will pray for you Rick. You are loved here and we want you healthy. ❤❤❤
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I really did want to be a dancer. I loved dance in school! I still love dancing!
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Thank you so much!! 🙂
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a sprinkle of faith 
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