Dance is you writing sonnets
Rhymed in footsteps and motions.
Pouring yourself into every square inch
of this studio; your stage.
Silver bleeds from spotlights above,
Dappled in softest moonbeams
Your tiny hands carve
Supernovas into the void.
I trace the lines of your form
Like I'm memorising constellations
Pace my heartbeat to the rhythm of your steps
Like I'm starting to know you.
The flow through your fingertips
The waves across your back
The pointe of your toes against the hardwood
Each a thing I never want to forget.
Into the milky road you pirouette
Only three metres in front of me
Only a million lightyears away.
A comet on the night canvas
You, flitting through the cosmos
Me, fettered on terra firma
In moonlight shadow my trembling hands
Paint nebulas with the dust you leave behind.
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight Dancer
PoetryA poem about a dancer in a quiet studio - she moves like magic, like a meteor shower, and like rain - going beyond the confines of those four walls, transcending this world and ascending into the stars. You hold your breath - as if the sound of a me...
