Based on "Arabian Dances" by Roland Barrett
My hands are shaking nervously:
It feels as if my feet are stepping on burning sand
With nothing but a loose pair of sandals on,
I can feel the crowd's glare burning, as they stare at me
And it starts.
I move my feet forward
In the form of fingers trembling on top of metallic keys
As the room floods with sound
And overlapping mountains of sand
While my feet carry onward.
As I try to keep the tempo,
I know it will be over soon
In which I am not sure if I should be glad,
Sad that the moment has disappeared,
Or both, for the fact that it happened, but it is gone.
And just like I came,
I slowly melt into a steady beat;
Just like a cobra waiting in a basket
Graceful yet dangerous with powerful venom
We bite.
We come together
And the landscape shifts into a crowd filled with people;
Dancing and celebrating
The glorious birth
Of the Arabian sands.
We all start to clap,
Both the "dancers" as well as the audience,
As we pretend that arms are intertwined
While we dance on the hot sand in sparkling outfits
Adorned in precious jewels.
In this moment
We are adventurers;
We are explorers;
We are dancers
of the Arabian.
The hourglass holds its final grains:
We all dance together in the final moment,
The glistening sun rays grasp at our quickly paced movements
We arrive at the end
But one day we will dance around the oasis again.
I am left wondering,
Even after the clicking of the keys stop
And the notes have come to a halt,
If I have left even their minds
Dancing.
Thank you for reading! The link to the mp3 of "Arabian Dances" is in the comments. Feedback is much appreciated! I would like to thank a friend of mine for helping me edit this grammatically. If it weren't for him, there would be a lot of issues in this poem!
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