dance

dance

as the music was playing

the little boy wanted to dance

he felt a soft tugging within him

to get up and cast away all thought

for thought were ropes that bound him

he wanted  to dance

had he forgotten so easily

that which is now peeking

into the consciousness

of his now

his being

he was trying to remember those times

when life flowed effortlessly

yes, he wanted to dance

dance ‘til his mind tired

of it’s incessant circumspection

he wanted to look within

upon that flowing

immanent dream of joy

and see his own reflection

with pursed lips smiling

with a loving realization

that this is his time

to let go

and

dance

dance

dance

© 27 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Utah Writes