Your Angelic Dance
Silent--
I hear you in the music of my mind,
your sonnets a waltz,
calling forth transparent images before my eyes,
a dancer spinning on the floor of thought,
bidding me to join you in your courageous ballet.
Had I your wings I would.
Stillness--
But for the momentous dance I alone think I witness.
Breathless in anticipation,
I wait for one false move that will never come.
Each gesture perfect,
it is an illusion fit for sharing,
yet you showed me your grace,
and I have no means to incarnate your sweet angelic dance.
--Sydney
