Jul 13, 2008 12:46
Sometimes, I wish I danced, not because I want to dance but because I want to make a public exclamation that I, too, celebrate in the joy of the occassion, that I am also a child of light.
That I, too, can sparkle with adventure and magic.
That my body can sing of mountain and moon and water and grass.
But I don't really want to *dance*.
I just want you to know that my heart dances with you.
And if you brought some wine to where I sit, our eyes could dance together and apart, and I could show you all the rest of me, that dances.