[poem] Dancing


I dreamt last night that I was dancing,

Not in a club but on a stage.

And maybe I was good or maybe I was bad,

But I was dancing on a stage

With a bright light that lit the floor

And made the sprung wood seem like gold.

In the spaces in between breaths I was flying.

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About skylarkingzooby

Actor, Artist, Professional Voiceover. Creative person who has coined his process 'Skylarking'.
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