Liquid thoughts

Dance, Ballerina, dance.

Have you ever felt like floating,

flying, drifting through the wind?

Like nothing in this world

Will ever be as good as this.

To you it's just an hour,

to me it's my whole life.

It's an ache to get by without it,

It's the cure to my own mind.

Dance, Ballerina, dance,
and do your pirouette in rhythm with your aching heart.
Dance, Ballerina, dance,
you mustn't once forget a dancer has to dance the part.

I remember the old music box,

the one I used to love so much.

That was where it all started,

when I reached but couldn't touch.

I think I skim my fingers through it,

now, still so young.

I think I get a tiny taste

of glory, of the sun.

Once you said his love must wait its turn,
you wanted fame instead, I guess that's your concern.
We live and learn...
and love is gone, Ballerina, gone.

P.S.:I do not own the "Dance, Ballerina, dance " part of this poem, I just really wanted to include it.