Reach

Sitting here in the midst of a dark place

dark seemed to be, or is it me?

nothing but a ray of light far ahead

fear or wonder, step the steps, to where?

an order to stand still, to withhold any attempt of motion

“Dance”, the devil laughs. dearest whichever — death awaits

my feet know how to dance, a heart wants — mine

but the season’s rhythm is a curse to keep on stumbling

cold wind blows where I am, a soft push to move — Move!

“Gently”, the wind whispered. Allow the hands to move with the feet.

eyes up, look forward. to never look down

earth is flat, carry need not — trust that it can move with you.

to not be afraid, to smile as you come closer to it

dance with the rhythm, as soon as you do — it is yours.

Midnight comes, a Fullmoon’s delight;

Every act completes a dance. Dance, my child.