To The Dancer - Poem by Ula Goss
I dreamt about you, dancing
swaying across the fields
where the white dreams are also chanting
their wispy soongs upon the deep
and I am awestruck
silent as the grave
an artist held captive by a slave
a slave to the muses and their music
to rythms and this rhyme
oh dancer, with your wings spread
across the fields of time.
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