I sometimes find myself caught
between dance and rhyme.
Between the here and now
and another time.
In another time
I danced carefree.
Between the rhythm of time
and the willow be.
After the dance
I looked around.
The music had stopped
and there wasn't a sound.
There wasn't a sound
just me.
Copyright © 2002 T. J. Daniels
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