we reach, we dance
beneath the sky
beneath the moon
stars and storms
bit and broken
sway and sidestep
hope and hollow
june and january
gold and glitter
arms waving
we dance
beneath the sky
beneath the moon
stars and storms
bit and broken
sway and sidestep
hope and hollow
june and january
gold and glitter
arms waving
we dance
July 11th, 2013 at 10:23 am
hey i will dance whenever, when you give it up…thats when life gets sad you know…i like the june & january, symbolizing hot and cold…thick n think, better or worse…smiles.
July 11th, 2013 at 7:46 pm
Beautiful poem!
July 11th, 2013 at 8:11 pm
Sometimes I want to be a gypsy too.
July 12th, 2013 at 1:39 pm
This poem is a pleasure to read aloud, again and again, but, oh, this dance is deeper than the rhythm of the words.
July 13th, 2013 at 12:27 am
I love to dance. I like to think I was a gypsy once. Dancing makes everything better!