The bound
The dream or the vision I have seen at that day,Temple of Terpsichore, torch lights and monks
I was on my knees, filled up with weakness,
Not daring to speak, not daring to look.
But the voice in the dark called me to rise,
To forgot about the problems and fight for my dream
I didn't see the faces, but the voices were known,
I decided to follow that message of yours.
The meeting with you was the sign from above,
Some kind of the clue to a search of the answer
After those days which split up our souls,
The world of the dance understood how to save me.
I felt you were there, standing in silence
Looking at me, so lonely, so young.
But you decided to help me – I still don't know why
And you opened your faces, and your eyes were like lakes.
Without using words you said what to do,
«The dance will protect you, if you'll be strong, little girl».
I made my first step – against the pain, against the fear
And I've heard your command: «You know, you must dance».
Of support and of friendship the bound was created,
I'll protect it in here, in the caves of my soul
I realized now only, but this truth makes me happy:
I'm dancing with you, I'm dancing for you.
Poetry by Dancer in the dark
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Written on 2007-11-29 at 20:40
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