You dance


To only that sound you can hear,

To the finger snap of yourself.

Dance to the taste of kisses sweet,

Not their absence;

Dance to the touch of fingers on skin,

To the light in your eyes.

Dance away the walls;

Dance till the scales fall

And your skin is as a fresh as the air;

Dance until  the tears are dry.

Dance to forget because the past can not be rewritten;

Dance to dream because the future is unknown.

Dance because you love.

Dance because you are.


About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I am the author of the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. "The Swamps of Jersey (2014); "A Game Called Dead" (2016) -- a Runner-Up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Indie Author Contest; and "The Weight of Living" (2017) -- First Place winner for Mysteries in the Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Contest.
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