Pas de Deux

To him who finds freedom, Beauty, and grace in Dance: she holds him In a warm embrace. She removes All confusion and doubt and fear From his mind and casts it from him. She lightens his darker moods; With her beautiful voice, she Sings away his sorrows; All he knows when beside her: An enveloping longing to stay. Fate plays her role trying To break apart the happy couple. With all her might, she pulls On his coat tails asking him to leave His one true love. He will not. He struggles against her Unrelenting grasp and finally, finally Breaks free from the hands, Refusing to leave his bride; Vowing “Until death do us part.” Dance rejoices his decision For she was worried: Good-byes rapidly approaching. Dance feared that as she jetéd, pliéd, développéd, And swayed in time to melodies Swelling and falling inside her chest, she’d Never have noticed his departure. Never have seen her partner tiptoe away. Never have finished the Pas de deux. They remain together, as fate Lost her battle. Forever They will stay close Moving as one in the same heartbeat. Rest for a while until You catch your breath, she says. Wait, While your heartbeat slows. Stop, And replay the ballet. Engrave It into your memories. Watch How you glide and shine, Notice That calmness flows through you and around you. Listen to Dance’s sweet voice, Find Freedom in her rhythm, Feel The stillness she bestows, Hope For the renewed spirit she offers. Then continue on. Dance to feel beauty impossible to imagine. Recognize you—royalty in hesitant reveries.