She dances like wildfire.
A flame to each beat.
Her soul a lit with passion and fun.
The smallest of smiles pressed on her lips.
I am enchanted by how she moves.
She's like lights in the Northern sky.
Drifting and flashing to some hidden beat.
Like there is a hidden song I cannot hear.
I know I should not be fawning so.
But I have always been drawn to such grace.
My own solid limbs could never flow like rivers.
In strength and natural bliss.
I wish to sing and speak of such beauty.
But to tell a fire of its desire,
Has never been done justice.
And I fear snuffing the flames,
With this cursed leaden tonged!
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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Comments (3)
Awww, this was so wonderful! Well done!
This is really good - I'm looking forward to more of your work!
I love watching people who can dance,dance