Saturday, June 18, 2011

I dance

I dearly love to dance and sing
my feet above the dale
To watch with wonder at my flight
My love abounds and sails
I turn and sway
to sounds so sweet
I want for nothing but moving feet
The wind that sails, doth not touch me
I am above the bended knee
That only sound that breaks my trance
Is silence quick and still
When music fades the pixies flee
and long for more romance.

- Trish 2011

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