A Dancer in The Dark

Ever So by Michelle Morine

Lost in a pool of dust,
looking up at this starving
moon as he hungers for his lost
tears that have become the stars.

In innocence I can find
a trace of heartache
and in wisdom I find
an abundance of dreams
filled with memories
of love.

Within this dark I
am standing in the truth
awaiting your cry.

When the sounds fill
me with your soul
I know then that we
are a part of the
angels’ sigh
forever seeking to pierce
the hearts of every man.

Still looking up
from my pool of dust,
in wisdom and innocence,
did I suddenly see
the moon smiling,ever so eloquently,
down at me.