Untitled #Heartsdance

The strains of music-
You know the type-
That make you just
Want to soar and spin
Laugh and drink
Kick up your heels
Let down your hair-
It now reaches my ears
And I stay immobile.

Perhaps tomorrow
I'll join the dance-
Let my skirt fly
Let everything go
Twirl and twirl
Grin and never stop-
But now I...
I couldn't.

It's heartsmusic,
Makes me dream-
The rising sound
The pulsing tempo
The varied ribbons
The connotations from
The instruments themselves-
Places where I belong,
Have this music,
But aren't here.

I imagine it now,
What I could do-
Arms lifting gracefully
Legs constantly in motion
Spinning, ever spinning
Back bending with wind-
Ah, but I always know
It's all in my head.

To leave a refuge,
For the great unknown?
Should I? join the dance?
Could I?move half as well?
Will I? let myself free?
Shall I? go to heartplace?
-No, no, I couldn't
But tomorrow, yes, tomorrow...
I will.