Thursday, July 14, 2011

"Dance Of Love" (Revised version of my original poem that is in my published book of poems)

Here is a sample of my book, titled "From The Heart," subtitled "Poems," but this version is revised as of July 14th, 2010.

"Dance of Love"

We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.

Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.

Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.

We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.

Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.

The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.

The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.

Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]

"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."

It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.

But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.

Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.

And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.

Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011