The Tale of Your Best - Dance, oh my, dance

Dance, oh my, dance!

That night, as so many, I woke
     And stepped, half asleep, featherlight
Out of bed, so steep, or did I forget
     As usual, that I could not get them
     to stand at all.

Lying on the ground, warm and
  confused but sound, waiting for dawn
    stifling a yawn, I opened my tablet
      and let my fantasy set the tone

And with eyes closed, hands working,
  duvet warming me, I wrote my dance
    A dance I will always dance, even
  in trance, euphoric on a cold floor,
As I did years before

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March 17, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Contest: The Tale of your Best
Sponsor Phillip Garcia
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