I Am Dancing In The Dark
// February 24th, 2009 // 3 Comments » // The Arts, Writing
I am dancing in the dark
and it seems, to be seen
by the roadside, barefooted
as I twist and I lean
in my dance in the darkness
With blindness and beauty
my senses are led
When even the owls, in the knots of the trees
choose to woo at the moon
instead
Still, I go on dancing
not a question in mind
for the quiet that moves me
the silence, my rhythm
is felt in the beat of my skin
and I find
as it sweats through my veins
quick and heavy
the energy swims
and the silence remains
as headlights, a blur
and the streetlights above
turn to inkblots
in the lids of my eyes
and I’m gone
turning, spinning, absorbed in the nothing
that I have become
as it fills me
this static that lurches and leaps
in my chest
in my hands
in my feet
as I dance
in my world of black ink
with the owls and the moon
and the filth on my feet
with a curious heat
burns my skin
from within
and I’m gone
one, two, six
one, two, nine
one, two, one
holds the time
and it’s mine
in my dance in the dark