Let's Dance

(Artwork by Abel Tomlinson)

When the embers began to glow I joined in, motionless, I danced with another,
yet it was the spirit's collective dreams that brought me to the one.

I didn’t choose the path that carried me here today,
I couldn’t, I had no idea I’d show up to this ballet.

I just moved with the current of one, the spirit’s affections, their hope,
and with diverse belief, the where, of where I was destined, was not in my control.

I didn't try to steer the ship, there was no okay from me to go,
the opposite of being rudderless, because it’s precisely how this beautiful world flows.

Love, won’t you please take my hand, a peaceful hand which needn't extend from me alone?
My hands and arms are clasped, ready to dance this quest that is shaped from hope?

Yes! Hope is alive and well on these streets today! Oh! Dance dear spirit! Dance!
This moment must go on forever. I might stumble, but I shouldn’t fail this, my chance!

Freedom’s calling out to me within the child’s gaze, alongside my struggles, my dreams!
I only need take its beckoning hand that’s outstretched for me, to Love, if she please?

I can’t speak for anyone but myself and I can dance with another’s spirit and never know.
Laughter can rise with the sun or sink beneath the moon, I;m the one who chooses where it goes.

Let’s dance, Love! Let’s no more my grief descend, but lift my joy to rise within your thoughts.
Let’s dance and raise our spirits to flow within each other’s frame and remove all doubt.

Let’s dance together upon this, the foundation of humankind.
Let’s move in rhythm, my joy inside Love's mind.

Let’s dance and lift my grace to its original summit,
Move as one with peace, because hate just keeps me from it.

Life’s rhythm is mine to keep, but life’s song was written long before,
ahead of hunger and combat and peculiar things, like rich or poor.

Oh, Love! Won’t you take my hand and lift me up to this rhythmic ballet, this dance of one?
Join me upon the active streets and hold my hand before Love’s dance is done.

My particular dance never told me where or who,
yet to my heart’s delight, it led me straight to you.

© 2011 by mark prime