Steer The Dream Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The dance - a Viennese waltz, the
dancers changed, became dancing
dolls in my eyes, a myriad imaginary
possibilities for dreaming, the dance
being a symbol of perfection, too
beautiful to be only seen once

I must see it again to rekindle the
dream, in these moments I forget
myself and enter a new universe,
my soul breaks free from physical
being and I can steer the dream
into understanding of things

I could never fathom on earth