WHAT AM I DANCING ON ~ my own world

WHAT AM I DANCING ON ~ my own world

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

tender fire lift higher can carry off my wish brings finds out of my ocean mood

from back when i really got lost to find who i am to the wind to the bloom in my own gone

unfolding went far this is too hard to avoid open the door downpour overhead

Heaven of change drops water to clean the paths clear as the stars burst loose word

screen is open from the universe of stem and vine along came the cold cold winds scattering

thoughts petals around a gray area here and into the sky next course some place wandering

through and pass on something melting gentle above O love is so warm wet

in the gentle mist from off of clouds fly away flee away come out and bloom

and play our eyes cool are by flames everything dark lightning by the moon

so easy all can tell so tell show to the max by the sun open and know it will refill

us both in a full flow on bare feet rising and rising falling and reaching there finally

from the inside go far the love force stirs waves over my words getting close

just as-like those bright candles afloat moon around sea edges raining together

just as-like those warm eyes just as-like those kisses lists soft drifting off

through branches dripping moving by a slow row with the wind since each

sentence is dark mist that was so haunting as i walk late by Secret Lake

every new Spring bloom upon air where the water from many fallen tears ripple back

this world tender warm O past is gone is this still real who can say but i feel

the end is true each day is wick to wick burning through glass circles turning spokes

with words broke and transparent transcendent was once upon just sticks

in time oh to bring it forward on radiant fragments of silver light shining

magic mist of the wind lost with hand or foot expand passing through open the doors

again choose what i want yet brought no go through dust paint a picture

paint the heart signs coming in or going out flys me lightly on and heavy on

something i wore once before one sure spark one small sun in the dark toward

an unclear note hides most so is time confined combined in one dim remark every time dropt

what am i dancing on my own world many stars there are as there are mysteries

all can reach something by art and keeping heart waves rolling going

over the walls my mind sees the doors floating photos and poems that don't

never really ever get lost at all though i burned them all at first then rewrote

them all redrew them all to look on to see again atleast my imagination is free to

follow that's how it should be there's no slow in dreams in me there's always my

cords of passion emotion i strum the strings on my numb dumb thumb across

the sky beautiful the strange noise let it go through times that never can close

enduring minds go it do it be it don't avoid use it push it unbounded

unconnected loving spirit unlimited believe seek about when so sad about

everything so mad about so down i was spastic in the air around

deep and wide pull to keep on my comfort nothing but my joy the cure dreaming

easy the thirst the hungery feeling strategy in the middle main struggle at most

was abstract flat hurts on my back get on my feet for the distant shore ahead

hold purpose hold close new sense new thought of somewhere else

same reason new view in anew season at that direction around waves flow

continues follows long to know some cause to amend to blend in love no end

fell to deep bits that burrowed emotions borrowed moving on the slow row

with the wind i will go so fast are the four winds of feelings at noticing at pieces

i ignored before not because but become leave behind leave kind

those i find on remaining pictures i tip over and read what's lefted behind each

O how sweet it is i still try and will press reckless access into your eyes which

is filled with clear water secret fire there hope promise dosn't exstinquish

O burn warm heat inward a blank white sheet of clouds i've done today whatever

it will do me enough in someways but what if it is ever raining I think

yet it isn't always gonna i gotta go find myself i am O what way on now to renew

my gentleness to embrace wild honey again by Secret Lake i lurk late brings finds 

out from the day on warm on shore wonder O sure can try within slow row

with the wind through glass circles turning out from the heart into the hidden

even when unfeeling wind blows ice cold nights those times never can close

enduring minds brings finds out from the day on warm on shore long    

© 2019 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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Added on February 20, 2012
Last Updated on January 24, 2019

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Robert Robbie Lord Dudley
Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Riverside, NJ



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