Light-headed.

A dance with you was not much of a pleasure
Since you would lead and yet tread on my toes
When did the music start, I can’t remember
And in my head a dream of bliss, not woes

At ease and barefoot, worth to be remembered
A joyful hop in blooming summer fields
My thoughtful feet remind me „don’t surrender
And give such honour to what never yields“

I see you dance these days, a hopeless effort
For I am watching and you dance alone
The movements pitiful small little nevers
Towards all tries to let your spirit roam

 

I.S.
24.10.2011