The Dance

Posted: September 9, 2013 in Poems
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The Dance

a girl in a wheelchair
taught me how to dance;
impediments fenced her in
yet inside the hydrangea bloomed;
with fingers and eyes intertwined
we allowed the Waltz to do the speaking;
with Feng Shui choreography
she guided me across a floor of tranquility

we floated through an intricate yet natural dance
of acceptance and understanding,
and when the moment ended
she returned to her shrouded world
and I stood alone

I cannot remember the song in my ears
and will never forget the music in my heart…
I will always have that dance
I pray she does as well

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