Dancer

I am a dancer.

 

I sway to your words

Move my hands in the air to catch each one of them.

Maybe I call them mine!

 

I am moving. 

I am painting the room with the colors you gave

All that red from the sparkle in your eyes,

The sunshine not to forget.

 

My feet are tired of being calm and cold.

They deny the stillness when you speak(to me)

They wish to fly!

They almost do!

And I reach my sky.

I may not be the rose, but I see the sky blossom!

 

Unafraid of the fall, will you keep a promise to let not the music stop?