This Dance

To someone who dances after our phone calls must end...

Every whisper calls

of a different tune

composer remains unchanging

rhythm in every boon

Song unheard outside

precious little heart

taken to forgotten glances

tiptoeing around ragged start

In voice there is

an ever haunting refrain

with adoration so pure

the chest can not contain

Feet will move in turn

to serenade for fiery soul

worthy of so much more

than requiem taking its toll

With every forgotten note

space is created out of sight

for past songs do fade

without a proper fight

Swirling and spinning delight

a heel-toe step in place

conducted not by the hand

yet taken to throbbing pace

Music that tugs tenderly

upon every wounded heart string

as no muted chords do trap

loving verse you will sing

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

very sweet sentiment and a lovely tribute.. it allows a reader a tiny glimpse into the special things that make this relationship so treasured and highlights the affection you have for this friend.. I love the phrasing and characteristics and experiences that you spotlighted here.. well done David.. beautiful as always.. you are both blessed :)

[Wynter Ignatius]

Indeed we are - even with our more serious talks today, we are close, we are honest and most of all in till the end. Nothing is taboo and we can talk about anything to no end.

[Sami Khalil]

You pull on the music and heartstrings in the beautifully rhyming poem. Excellent as usual...:)......

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you Sami - it was as much of a pleasure to write as it was to find out the affect I have on someone.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)........

[sgheath]

Love this. I could almost see this as a sheet of music. Nice work.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you - inspiration seems to follow me and my kindred on both sides.