Dancing with my hands

Dancing and poetry go hand-in-hand Touching my words Feeling them slide from my soul to paper My hand It dances No right or wrong only movement Silent Storm Slow movement of my hands to paper Fingers bring pain and Beauty Flowing like a river down the grief of Echoes Through the mountains fold Raven sings My heart it rains true Flowing from me to you Baby blue I see through you The pen from paper I dance for you Twirl words come to me Spinning off my paper to peanut butter cookies Smelling my hair as it blows the Wind of Change Dancing and poetry go hand-in-hand Like my paper flowing in the sand