We once lived in a world of music,
a world where the tune infused our bodies.
The dance floor was ours alone,
be it at home or on the town.
Suddenly the music stopped,
your body slipping from mine.
No warnings given,
no soft kiss goodbye.
The music never came back,
not after all these years.
Some have tried to make me return,
but you stole that part of who I am.
I dance only in my mind,
but occasionally when I am alone.
I also sing like my heart is breaking,
never having been repaired since that day.
I want to dance again,
feeling the flow of the music.
I want to feel a body against me,
combining into sweet liquid motion.
The music fills my spirit,
soothing my demons.
The dance fuels my despair,
slicing old wounds with each step.
So tonight I sit here watching from afar,
wishing I had the strength to take you in my arms.
Some day I may put the past where it belongs,
but sadly tonight is not the night.
You will get your chance to 'dance' again. I'm sure of that. It might not be to the same melody but I'm sure it will be just as sweet. I am a fan. Love the poem.
Very beautiful. Very sad to loss of inspiration. I can feel the loss. Nice piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed the read Brian, funny I came on this morning to post a poem on the same lines, We Danced, I know where you are coming from, Time moves on but the feet still itch