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What it Means

as i walk on stage
before the opening show
i see a faint light
nothing more than just a glow

i glide down the stairs
holding fast to the rail
dance up the rows
then the light begins to fail

i look away
it was just a trick of the mind
i shrug it off
then a noise from behind

i turn around
and there he stands
looks me in the eyes
flowers in his hands

'i came to see the show tonight
but mostly just for you
i love to watch you move
dancng on the dew'

i walk on stage
he sits in the from row
'here is a preview
from tonights opening show'

i being to dance
into my own world
floating left to right
the background swrills

i am fading out now
can't see where i go
i just dance around
going with the flow

the flow of my world
my own little place
full of flowers and trees
my heart sets the pace

as the music fills,
fills the air and my heart
it becomes faster now
ripping my world apart

then it stops
i return to the stage
looking into his eyes he says
'you have turned the page

to a new chapter
of your own life'
'this is what dance does,
takes away my strife'

the unyealding strife
of my own life

Author notes

this is what dance means to me. when i dance i slip into my own world. a place where no one judges me or knows who i am. if they take dance away from anyone, they are taking away that persons escape and outlit of expresion

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  • Moonlit-Reveries
    April 1, 2007

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    Not only was this an excellent piece about the joys of dancing, but the piece its self danced across the page in beautiful poetry.

    This was my favorite part because I loved how you showed dance sweeping you into a rich inner world:

    i being to dance
    into my own world
    floating left to right
    the background swirls

    i am fading out now
    can't see where i go
    i just dance around
    going with the flow

    the flow of my world
    my own little place
    full of flowers and trees
    my heart sets the pace

    as the music fills,
    fills the air and my heart
    it becomes faster now
    ripping my world apart

    Your passion for dancing is so real hear and the whole poem is dripping with it.

    Thanks for this entry and best of luck in my contest.


  • CapturedMoon
    March 29, 2007

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    This was fantastic. I thought it was expressive and the flow was amazing.
    Great job.
    This was really really good.