The Dance

5 Comments

Tags:
  • Nature
    • ,
  • Philosophy
    • ,
  • Thoughts
    • ,
  • Thought Provoking
    • ,
  • Feelings
    • icarus0580
    • is looking forward to band practice tonight

    The Dance

     Staring up at stars
    feeling like i'm under a cool blanket
    getting lost in the covers of the night

    How many dreams reside there
    How far have they gone
    Does anyone ever look at us
    And wonder

    Silently creeping across the night
    A gently curving dance
    Always in motion

    It's looking for partners
    But we're already part of the dance
    Circling in a celestial promenade
    through time and space

    Follow the stars
    Seek the wisdom
    Cast your dreams

    Hope

    Poem Comments

    (5)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    bluewolf commented on The Dance

    11-24-2009

    How true these words hold, a token of imaginative release into the celestial Heavens. Lovely wording and imagery; excellent work.
    Reply to Comment

    Mareann commented on The Dance

    10-22-2009

    Okay, i'm impressed, you have gone and done it. This is another fantastic poem. Good writing, thanks, mareann http://mareannspoetry.ning.com
    Reply to Comment

    wheelsal commented on The Dance

    08-18-2009

    You have captured the dance and the dreams of a poet. Sally
    Reply to Comment

    icarus0580

    08/18/2009

    I've always been a stargazer. It sets my mind free. Thanks for your comment

    GentleT commented on The Dance

    08-18-2009

    An uplifting read. May your hopes and dreams bring happiness to you.
    Reply to Comment

    icarus0580

    08/18/2009

    I'm glad you liked it. Kind of simple, yet carries a message. Thanks for commenting

    StandingBear commented on The Dance

    08-09-2009

    A nicely written work relating star's journeys, peace, and hope. Great write.
    Reply to Comment

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    icarus0580’s Poems (9)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    Campfire 1 01/26/2010
    Ordinary Life (AI Version) 2 12/10/2009
    Walk a Mile 5 11/23/2009
    Forbidden Love 2 08/27/2009
    Beautiful Mistakes 13 08/19/2009
    Land Bridge 6 08/06/2009
    Luna 3 08/06/2009
    My Friend 2 08/05/2009
    The Dance 5 08/05/2009
    Top of Page