“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

The Dancers

They dance with the sweat flinging from their limbs

They dance to impress invisible faces

And their own are as stones

Immovable, without emotion

And they spin with the ferocity of lions

Not only sweat, but paint

Dripping, dripping

They are dark like the night

Twirling in the skins of their kill

They are dangerous like the night

The blood of the animals still upon them

And they shout

And it screams to the soul

Pushing past the boundaries of the body

And back out again

Like a blinding light it escapes

They feel it

You feel it

And you dance

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com


Comments on: "The Dancers" (1)

  1. very nice..:-) i like the twist in your poem.. 🙂

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