Dancing Illness

Dancing is everywhere. It is all I see.

Like the trees as they gracefully sway their leafy arms with the wind.

Oh, how my arms tingles to sweep and spread like theirs.

Like the ocean shore.

Waves moving back in forth, wild and free.

Around and around it goes smoothly and beautifully

until it crashes into the bottom of the sea.

Which is how I would like to end my story.

Like the breeze.

Gentle or hard with endless soaring movements.

I want to move my body like him.

Just like the most softest feather

as it lands soundlessly to the ground.

I shall dance like them.

Gracefully, beautifully, and soundlessly

in the moonlight as it shines upon me.

And my audience would be my fellow stars who would

twinkle their brightest lights to support me through this eternal night.

No soul could ever see,

how beautiful I can be when I am dancing.