The Dancer in Me

By Laura M. Morrison

It seemed time had simply passed by,
As if moving away from center stage
Definition of movement rearragned.
The passion to dance still burned deeply in my heart
My mind was willing, my body overflowing with excitement.

Sounds, movements, filling the universe around me
Dance "is" the expression of my soul.
Once I kicked high above my head, leaped into the air like a gazelle
Rose to the sky like a butterfly floating on an air stream
Spinning gracefully as do leaves falling quietly to the ground.

And now, as I progress through the fleeting seasons of life
Dancing again becomes my driving force.
I must move to the music
I can groove to the beat
I will .............dance.

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