She Glances

A poem...

She’s sitting by the window,

-she’s watching the moon.

She turns to look around her,

-at this cold and empty room.

 

She holds her arms close,

-she’s hugging her chest,

As the moon draws lower,

-the sun at its crest.

 

And the stars are within her,

-they shine in her eyes.

A comet shoots by them,

-but she closes and hides,

beneath shut lashes.

My cigarette is burning,

-neglected to ashes.

 

Because when she glances

-there’s a trance in her eyes

she tries to hide…

 

Circumstance has,

Given me a chance,

To find a romance

And never let go…

 

And when she talks it’s a waltz,

-her voice dancing through my mind.

And in the night when she writes,

-somehow she finds what’s been inside,

       my soul just longing to be free.

 

And this room may be empty

-with nowhere to lay,

But there’s room to go dancing,

-if you’ll just stay here with me.

 

Because when she glances

-there’s a trance in her eyes

she tries to hide,

A sadness inside,

-though she never cries.

 

And circumstance has,

Given a chance,

-to break from this trance,

With one final dance.

 

And the sun it then rises,

-the night leaves no trace.

And the light it adorns her,

-this beautiful mourner,

Softly caressing her face.

 

And I think then I know,

-as she’s cast in that glow,

That we were meant to be,

Can’t you see?

Your voice is singing in me.

 

And it tells me to hold you,

-close as we dance.

But we’ve chosen this stance,

-silent, across an empty room.

 

But with a glance,

She breaks the trance,

And I hold her close,

We start to dance…

 

The empty room, returns to colour

Its filled with all our things

And as she spins, the world begins

To open up and sing.

 

She stops and she talks,

-her voice such a waltz

that it spins through my mind.

I realize in that moment,

-she’s left the pain behind.

          Her soul is finally free.

Author's Note

Alright, so I was listening to this song by Josh Groban called So She Dances and it inspired this poem very heavily. First time I've ever written a poem that was directly influenced by another piece of work. Let me know what you think of the poem ^^

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

The Dance is best felt in someone's arms. The lyrics are clearer , the beat matching ones own heart rhythm. This piece has a dream- like, hopeful quality to it. I like hope and dreams and dancing ..so this has it all for me. It flowed with a rhythm of its own ..soft, mournful then the beat picks up in the second to last stanza "The empty room, returns to colour
Its filled with all our things
And as she spins, the world begins
To open up and sing....There it is... the hope

[MachinaWriter]

Literary soulmates lol I'm telling you, its a freaky poetic twin thing or something, because you just connected perfectly with what I wanted out of this piece. I couldn't have described it better myself. I too live for dreams and hope and dancing, all to the music in my head and in my soul.

[Kelsey]

Wow. Just, wow. This is so beautiful, I'm truly in awe. Everything about it is so lovely. Beautifully done, once again. x

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you ^^

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

Like a song

[C.C. Marx]

Absolutely wonderful I feel like I'm there and its so beautifully written and expressive its truly wonderful :)

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you, that means a lot ^^

[J. Write]

"And when she talks it’s a waltz," that was the line for me. emotions expressed flawlessly as usual. Thank you for sharing.

[MachinaWriter]

Thank you for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed it. It means a lot ^^