Saturday, April 4, 2009

Asking a Shadow to Dance

How do I slow dance?
No one beside me, no one to have me,
No one to hold me?
Love, what do you say?
Holding out for better times?
Sad boy!
No more of that brooding,
Thinking, not trusting,
Pick your head up, look at the stars
They shine!
Oh! I don't belong here. We don't belong here.
But come, no shuffling for us.
You take my hand -- We'll run there!
Spinning, jumping, singing, grinning,
We'll dance. And I'll follow
You to the ends of the earth.
To the stars.
And then, only then,
Can the likes of us slow dance!

4 comments:

Mother of Perseus said...

How lovely!
Is there an adjoining story to be told? I would give almost anything to hear it.

what is also lovely indeed, is today's security word-

fiers (think in french my dear)

~im just only me~ said...

lol no, no story, just random :)

~im just only me~ said...

"Poetry is a echo, asking a shadow to dance..." Carl Sandburg

don't be emily said...

Peter Pan. You and your shadow.