THE DANCE

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music" Friedrich Nietzsche

I miss the dance, the rythm and fluidity of it all, 

Not the kind where you stand on tip toes and swing your body 

Or get all rowdy 

Jumping and bouncing up and down

Or swinging across bright lit theater floors in borrowed costumes 

Acting out socialised moves then

bowing for the cheers and claps

I miss my kind of dance;

The dance where whether the curtain opens or closes,

Where whether the audience is there or not or whether they clap and cheer or sneer

I keep on muscles tight and feet tapping,

Soul trailing in an endless chase and geting lost in the rhythm of love and passion and compassion

I miss the dance of my extroverted self

the liberated girl who isn't scared to dream and chase, never hesitating to dare.

I miss the fluid movements of her fantasies as she loses herself in the world she creates with her imagination, 

Her place of milk and honey,

Honey, she's a pot of gold absolute in her

Glimmer and shine,

Bowing for no shrine other than that of the Almighty sovereign God

Her father and creator

I miss my dance,

The dance where nothing else matters

The dance of my soul getting lost in the ectasy that makes my inner person jump and bounce and scream and throw her hands in the air to the rhythm of the music beating in sync with her heart,

The music of dreams coming true and hopes manifesting

The musical beats that rhyme with the coursing of blood through my veins,

Opposing gravity like i oppose these burdens of my youth weighing heavily on my fragile shoulders

I miss the dance of my soul in liberated moves of my dreams stretched out before me,

daring me to stand on toes and follow the lead of passion, 

To get lost in the ballroom dance of passions ignited,

 Sending stardust running in my veins like the maddening beats of self belief echoing resounding confidence and reverberating the calls of endless possibilities

I miss the dance,

The dance of my soul losing itself and sweating out in joyful leaps of self love and a concrete concept of self,

I miss the mad blaze across the stage of dreams and aspirations,

Getting lost in the belief of a bright future and the endless swirls and twirls from achievement to achievement

 I miss the beat of a tap on my shoulder for the great work done,

The resounding claps of ceaseless trying and perseverance

I miss the spotlight shining on me as I spin and spin and spin in beautifully choreographed moves of keeping on with no surrender

I miss the dance

I miss the music and its awakening force 

I miss the dance

Its been long

My bones are cranky

My muscles flaccid and atrophied

But the heart has never stopped beating in its tireless rhythm of hope

The ears are still focused on that almost silent music, waiting and yearning

The feet relearning;

Taking gentle taps ready for the claps once more

Its been long but i hope, dear soul,  that you haven't forgotten your sun shaming radiant dance

Lets do it once more

Lets lose ourselves once more;

Let go and plunge deep into hope, dreams, fantasy, imagination, perseverance, determination, self confidence and concept

Lets get lost in our music echoing possibilty and capability

I miss the dance 

Can we start again from here?