Dance With Me

 

There is a movement I cannot describe,

It is graceful yet bold, awkward yet elegant,

She dances with abandon.

I hear the melodies, I see the dancer,

I see her movements, so free, so graceful,

She pauses as if inviting others to dance,

Indicating with her twisted hands

That everybody should join her.

She appears to be dancing to the music on the radio,

But she is dancing to a melody you can’t hear,

She is singing a song you can’t sing,

She is seeing from the inside out.

I am the dancer, turning, leaping, twirling,

The music stops and I stand frozen like stone,

Another melody comes on, and I dance again,

Limited only by my space.

Come dance with me, dance with me my friend,

Show me your soul, as I have shown mine.

There are no right or wrong moves,

I am dancing to a melody you can’t hear,

I am singing a song you can’t sing.

Do you know that when you build barriers to stop me,

That you slow yourselves down too?

I just climb over, under, or around your barriers,

When I sense that you are building barriers,

I too become deaf, blind and paralyzed.

I am singing a song; I want to be free,

Free to dance, free to sing, free to run,

You hear my song now, you see me dancing,

And you are freed,

Dance with me, dance with me my friend,

Show me your soul as I have shown mine.

 

Tamar Raine

1989