Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Diva



She parts the crowd
Heads unerringly
Straight to me,
A brief meeting
Of eyes,
A look that goes
Right through me.

Somewhere within
The pedestrian tread
Picks up pace.
My feet fly
Faultlessy down
The endless marble staircase,
Or describe pirouettes
Around a lamp-post
In the rain.

Exposed
Alone under the lights,
My vision clears
To find a bare stage
And a house empty
But for the echoes
Of my dancing feet.

Just to prove that I don't just do misery and death!

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