By Kris Whiteley depressedpoet@msn.com
Date: 14 January 2001
Silent Dancer
Silent Dancer
A quiet sanctuary
I spent most of my days
Denying myself this emotion
as only music could take thy hands
And allow such images
To create and carry forth
such imagination.
Was I hallucinating
as I left my home
And walked among the living
and found my hand was not alone.
Was i lost
because i wanted to cry
When i was left alone at night
with only my pillow
which collected these tears.
A question for the soul
that could not be answered by me
As i looked out my broken window
in the depths i fell
Blinded by the silence.
The answer was there
Yet- without my voice to interject
Was i an orphan
to want to hide this
Dream and not share it
because i was selfish
to have such innocence
bestowed upon me.
I cant hide
from the lost sleep
as i play those songs
to keep me from
falling into the darkness
as my hands are extended
but can the world carry out my message
because i am left without stamps
except for the wounds
painted by her victory
as she dances unknowingly
without her silenced partner.
Unpublished work © © 2000 Kris Whiteley
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