A shelter beneath the trees
Carries me back to childhood
Dancing with memories
My soul erupts in motion
Waltzing through all the years
That built upon the framework
Of all my laughter and tears.
Sometimes the footsteps taken,
Intricate, cross the stage
Leading me through a story,
Sometimes an empty page
Finds them as still as morning
Before the dancer awakes
Just when the day’s first promise
Arises and that’s all it takes
To give me this glorious motion
Choreographed in the soul,
Ascending beyond the shadows
As peacefulness takes control.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
Aug. 5, 2012
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