Hidden Audience

I see you watching dancers

Your eyes light up.  You fly
No longer in your wheelchair,
A comet in the sky.

You’re wrapped within the magic

Though your body cannot move
Your spirit’s flowing freely
Through each nuance, every move.

I watch you from the sidelines

And I am dancing too
On the strength of transformation
As my heartbeats fly with you.

© 2011 Pam H. Murray