Dance~

Now this poem is one of my favourites. I still remember when I wrote it in the light of dusk whilst I was suppose to be studying for some subject; from my foggy memory, I believe it was Maths. But that aside, it was a spur in the moment thing as I had just watched a dance movie the night before. All I could remember were these powerful images of strength and empowerment yet at the same time, a delicacy to the way the whole matter was approached. It seemed almost incongruent to see such beautiful and graceful movements yet somehow so raw that it touches people to their core. 

Such deepness is truly reflected in dancing I believe and the emotions that accompanies it are to such an array that they seem almost incomprehensible. So in tribute to one of life's best things: Dance.

Dance:

The soft sounds of jazz caress,
Gliding troubles away with a kiss of delight,
I start to tap my foot,
My head nods to the irresistible beat.

A hand on my shoulder as I look up,
The smouldering haze for a moment,
Clear away to present an even darker shadow,
Dance with me.

Hand engulfed in hand, he leads,
Me onto the dance floor amongst the couples,
Already swinging to the beats and rhythm,
Their figures a blur within the depths of music.

A side step, a slide, and a step to the right,
I spin around as trails of dust whirl high,
The strands of my hair follow my every move,
Dancing its own vivacious rhythm.

The colours mix together as I enter a trance,
My body sways to the lulling sounds,
As my mind separates from all else and experiences something like I have never had,
Swamped with energy and emotion,
I fling myself across the floor.

The beats suddenly stop and it's as if I am left in mid air,
My eyelids slowly open,
To a thundering applause.