Dancer

One day I sat down and decided to draw the image before me
it was a dancer
She held a pose that as a young girl I longed to fulfill,
my dream of bathing in blue spotlight among the cheers of thousands.

That picture started to take shape and day after day with free hand I made sure every line was perfect, the arch of her back sublime the gentleness of her fingertips reaching to the unknown.

That picture is lost to me now but never the dream of being free to dance and move and carry the internal tune that has been with me for years.

My father saw it, my teacher saw it and my Creator knew it. My light was never dim just hidden from the wind that fans the flame of a dance in royal blue

Lady Blue

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