Pas De Deux

the muse of a lover

Pas De Deux

Listen listen
Closer closer
It appears it seems
In regards to dreams
A change arrives today

Imagine imagine
To taste to savour
Joy and wonder
Again again perchance
As when the magic
It chose you to favour
You found it in the dance
 
It became you
Do you remember
Your essence
Your soul ancient
Your heart tender
It can never be given back
It can never be surrendered

Silken slippers
You donned them laced them
You threaded them over under
Then drawn taut
The magic all around
Sweet limbs taken with music
Within those artful knots
You were freed to soar unbound

That ache again
To breathless fly
Born to it
Glowed with it
Always ever
Now you accept in wisdom
That time is gone 

Passed and by

As years advance most things
Their time runs out they never stay
Yet another dance is there to try
Your muse that is part of you
It can never slip away
So darling it is simple
This is all I have to say

Dance for you in your soul
Dance for me in your heart
Dance like you have always
Danced before

Dance to complete you
Dance and I shall reach you
Then grace me with love
Within your dance
I need that ever more

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this is a very lovely poem. i picture a ballerina who doesn't dance anymore for any reasons like she aged or got disillusioned by it, and is being encouraged to dance...the last two stanzas are very empowering. dance could even be a metaphor for other things. nice poem.

[thewritingthespian]

Very beautiful!

[Eclipsing Moon]

@mockingbird..yes I do as well

[Debbie_Philly]

It became you
Do you remember
Your essence
Your soul ancient
Your heart tender
It can never be given back
It can never be surrendered

So So SO True !!! OMG I cant even tell you how much I love this... Dance never leaves the soul.... even if you cant dance any longer... its in every thing you do... Brian its like this was written just for me.. ( I know it wasn't ..lol) This is such a stunning piece... thank you for writing it !

Ps Balanchine Is a master !! ;)

[ba mcfarlane]

I am delighted that you like this. I thought of it when I read your profile. it seems unfair that dancers, like elite athletes, have relatively short active careers.
It also occurs to me that to dance, the artist needs intense desire, incredibly demanding physical skill and training. Most of all, they have a substantial and burning talent to enable their success. They would not otherwise dance. They are always dancers. There comes a time when they have to turn to other channels of creativity for expression. In this, there is no choice. Their time to dance always lapses too soon. They must continue to express their bountiful creativity. And so they do. As do you. It is who you are.
Stay sweet
Brian

[J. J. Nightingale]

I swear I did not steal your Title ..lol .. I just wrote a poem using this same title ..

I like the imagery .. this touches light .. with rhythm and heart ..

Jasmine ..

[ba mcfarlane]

I noticed your title as well, a very pleasing read it is. I like to share, so let's share this!

[J. J. Nightingale]

I also like to share .. so I agree . let's ... I guess you know I am part Scottish .. or should I say Scott .. Also Mexican/French .. Nice to meet you ...

[J. J. Nightingale]

Oh .. forgot to say thank you for the comment on my poem .. :)

[ba mcfarlane]

Hmmm, I'm Highland Scots, County Derry Irish, L'Acadie, that would be the Brittany French driven from Nova Scotia by the British. Some went south to become the Cajuns, some stayed in the Canadian Maritimes. My people have been here a long time.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Humm .. It is a small world after all .. Of course I do not have any family history, to speak of .. I just found my mother & brother in 2007, I didn't even know my full heritage .. ..

[ba mcfarlane]

As a child I was fortunate to have somean adult on both sides of the family who passed on an 'oral' history of where and when we came from. Otherwise I would know little, if anything at all. It doesn't make me a better man, though it may explain my rare but intense temper, a trait shared by my sons. That's the Scots in me.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Let's not talk tempers ..lol .. my daughters are so very much like me .. nuf said ..lol .. Guess I'll blame it on the Mexican side ..

[Mama Topaz]

Gorgeous!

[Emma Joy]

The past writes its own story when someone lovingly holds the pen; you do so here and very sensitively show how it was, how it is. But ballet has its precious memories, its flights of fancy and delicate movement .. and so does your poem.

'Dance for you in your soul
Dance for me in your heart
Dance like you have always
Danced before'

[ba mcfarlane]

Thank you for the more than kind review. your literary prowess lends it much weight for me.
Brian

[Neva Flores - Changeful..]

there is that optimism, I knew it was there......this is wonderful my sweet friend.

[ba mcfarlane]

thank you so, I wrote this a few years ago, about and to a woman whom I loved with my all, and knew she would never be with me. She was always the 'Dancer' to me, we don't talk anymore. I will never forget her; I will always love her.

[Que Sera Sera]

Brian, a beautiful poem! There is an ease and flow to it that is captivating, pulls at the heartstrings and is uplifting. Nicely done! The last two stanzas are perfect, like a plea for your muse to move forward and one way or another love is going to conquer all, keep them together, etc. Lovely!

[Elisa Laura]

This is timeless, as your words dance around the time of all times. I love the romance in it, the skill to write profoundly and still liquid, as your words flow. As a real dance should be. Nice nice work!