The snap of a memory,
the lyric of a face,
the joy of a melody that moves you and loves you
and lifts you up from your tired little space
into a heaven you hardly deserve.
Who are you? laughs the song, singing along,
And how do you know who I am?
How do I know who you are?! you cry,
eyes shut, tears flowing, arms out, hands swaying,
I could write this poem FOREVER!
Thank you for reading Dance. My edit history shows that this is a poem two years in development, so I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
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