Dance

It was only a seaside cafe,
My soul a tendril reaching out
Eagerly cleaving to the silhouette,
Standing on a table near

A Balinese Dancer

Exotic and alluring,
Each movement casts its spell,
Evoking myths and legends,
Such dramas she can tell.

Swaying

DOES HE LIKE TO DANCE

Quiet moments are elusive

Fear born of loneliness is obtrusive

In our fast paced world

Pirouette on Carousel

I penetrate the mist; what's there?
A heart with dreams immune to cares.
Behold such grace of life