The Dance

The sun had set once upon a time
All hope was lost; her world had fallen apart
She cried as she roamed in the depths of her darkness
All alone, picking up pieces of her broken heart

She reasoned, and thought hard
How could she do justice to her soul?
By allowing time to heal these wounds
While still believing that true love was her eternal goal.

For she was born to love
She was born to endlessly give
She wrapped old wounds in new petals of love
So that the flower of love in her heart, would have a chance to live.

Her ray of hope and her internal belief
That her love would conquer the tragedy that had transpired
She felt a new passion, a new drive to look forward
Her yearning for love had yet again been inspired.

With time, her heart began to dance again
The musical chime of love would tickle the yearning in her heart
She had practiced how to dance in the dark so often
That now, her love dance perfected was a beautiful work of art.

Passers by would happily gaze
And join in the spirit of her love dance
Touched by her passion and helplessly caught
In the simplicity and purity of her love-struck glance.

She eagerly looked forward to the day
When her dance would be graced by light
Oh she would love so freely and openly
For this would signal that she had won her fight.

And with this dream she let herself sleep
In the arms of the darkest nights
Hoping that when she would awake
Her love would embrace her heart, taking her to new heights.

A piercing light shone on her face
She contained her excitement no more
She had known day would follow night!
She danced as she had danced never before.

She had won – won the test of time
The light was witness to her success
And she allowed herself to be carried by this light
Trusting in it, with unshaking faith, hoping for the best.

She blossomed and bloomed
As the power of love chided her petals to unfold
She cared not for night nor day
Questioning nothing and believing everything she was told.

She lay her heart out onto the field
Always trusting, forever believing in the reality of her dreams
She paid no heed to her aching limbs as she danced
Nor let touch her her flower’s cutting screams.

Against the chill of the gusty, uncaring winds
She bled as she danced, her petals running dry
Her heart felt brittle, her flower was dying
She felt pain but she didn’t know why.

Her dance had ended
Yet she tried so hard to carry on
But alas, darkness had invaded
Her petals were clipped and her guiding light had gone.

What she had thought to be the arrival of day
Was but a glimmer of light with dawn breaking through
What was in truth yet another passing test,
She had mistaken to be her dancing cue.

The piercing light she had seen –
Yes it was a ray of hope and a reason to smile
But there were still tests to pass, seeds to sow
For in her, there still resided an infant, a child.

Should she lose the child in her heart?
Wear the mask that all those around her do?
Should she dye her petals a different colour?
And wear a heart that doesn’t turn blue?

It’s wrong. She may try but she can’t.
She was born to love, born to give away.
And so she’ll wait. And wait.
Believing that she will at some point, see the light of day.

Sunday 17th Feb., ’02, 3:30pm