I am-
A dancer of tales,
a spinner of dreams.
I wonder- If in the sky,
the stars that twinkle so brightly,
are really like diamonds of knowledge.
I hear-
The calling of the mountians,
the singers of the seas.
I see-
The moon glowing on the garden path,
slipping in and out of focus in a dream.
I want-
To touch the silky sky,
midnight blue with the darkness of night.
I dream-
a path that leads into the halls of hell,
and the gardens of heaven.
I worry-
For the ones stuck on the ground,
not the fliers of dreams that are we.
I feel-
the air lifting me up,
tickling my toes with its soft touch.
I am-
The Shadow dancer,
the walker of the moon.
