Ok, here’s the poem I wrote while recovering between Daffy shows for Amy’s B-day… more of the same, I know, but hey… she seemed impressed!

Dancer

Copyright © February 2004

Darkness.
Silence.
The quickening drumming of your pulse
beating in your ears
pounding a tribal rhythm
in that expectant void,
faster and faster,
a rousing crescendo
locked within the smooth line
of your limbs.
As you rest, head raised,
cocked in the first frame
of a masterpiece.Suddenly, light floods the stage
breaking the initial mould
into thousands of scintillating crystal fragments
a bejeweled confetti blizzard
dazzling the eye as the music fills the earAnd you…! Oh!
An angel flying across the stage,
golden hair rippling behind
as you gracefully turn
bright smile on your lips
projecting joy from the charged sparkle
gleaming in your soft eyes -
as the sun on a glorious spring day
heralds the wonders of new life
in the budding season!