The Night Dancer

Who is "he"? Good question. He is the mysterious artistic soul you can never catch. But you must look him right in the eye to know him.

A sorrowing dancer goes into the night,
A lone figure in the shadow's deep misery,
His twisting body finding might,
In thorny branches of his memory.
I seek to follow his footsteps in the dark,
Where they lead him, why there?
He hungrily weeps in his heart,
A thousand tears fall, but who will care?
Trembling like a child my hands find the light,
Caressing white spirits in still, lucid air,
This light chokes the darkness, pierces the night,
Finds a home in the dancer's burning stare.

DeleVan Sonta-an DellErba--all rights reserved.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Beautifully done. great flow.

[_Hanabi_]

i agree with the other writers this is a lovely poem and it does have a great flow to it

[An owl on the moon]

This is a brilliant, dark dance across nightscapes that just drives deep into the mind. What a wonderful work that got my mind flying.

[Honourfish]

Loved this poem has a really good flow to it and it reeks of passion and emotion who is this dancer? I don't know but i would definitely want to find out.