Monday, 15 June 2009

Dancing

Dancing with my arms
Tight about myself
Surrounded by strangers
Staring down and the crushing weight
Of stars and heavens and gravity pressing
Dancing lost and waiting
Waiting for you
You who hide with quiet smiles
In the peripherals and just
Out of reach
I've seen you in my dreams
Where movement is free and unchained
From fear and doubt and loss and love
I've seen you in the corners
An angel or a demon
Beauty personified
Stoking my hunger
Pure and corrupt
You keeping to the background always
Shy and at a loss for words
Despite your multiform charms
My words are lost
In the cacophony of the dance
My hope is lost
When you slip away
Your last lingering look
Breaks me in three
Falling under the weight of love
Worse now than gravity
But rising always rising
To continue the slow, sad dance
St. Vitus is a dance partner
Too
Broken and weighed down
A grin on our dark face
Limping we still dance
With arms tight about ourself
Looking furtively in the corners
for love lighting up a cigarette.

4 comments:

nechepurenka said...

All people who like Woody Allen are absolute crazy :)
Great top.

Daniel Car Crash said...

Woody Allen is a genius. Being crazy is better than being boring. :)
by great top, do you mean the banner pic? it's me on halloween.
thanks.

nechepurenka said...

Woody Allen more than genius,
I can see him all days long.
"crazy" - it's one of the best compliment for me.
Yes, I mean the banner pic,
this photo inspires confidence:)

Daniel Car Crash said...

Thanks Neche. That was a nice thing to say. Yeah, I love Woody Allen. Well, thanks for the compliment then. I checked out your art and like it. It's very cool.