Dance (1-19-09)

Oh the tempest of the dance
and with it's heartbeat move
within it's rhythm that perchance
that graceless not you prove
to soar within a cheerful tone
as motions weave to melody
does touch within the core of bone
and in abandoned harmony

Cast with flowing piroutte
and symmetry of step on floor
a caper to a minuette
and into dance emotions pour
like children playing in the field
and in song does hearbeat skip
to the feeling one must yield
laid to ballad on the lip

Dance is such a sensuous thing
to seek to feel in songs narration
like butterflies in meadow wing
being warmed by the sensation
as sinuous as a roebucks spring
to a blithful destination
and in its depths the heart must sing
to movement and it's facination