the dance
March 31st, 2012
She reached out her hand.
His heart, hard, refused her.
She smiled.
His heart, angry, ignored her.
She persisted, he resisted.
She loved. He feared.
She began to dance alone. She stumbled over her own feet, but she danced on.
He watched, standing alone.
She danced, slowly, in the empty room. Her heartbeat, her rhythm. Her breath the music. She filled the room with her love.
His walls began to crumble.
She stopped, inches from him.
His heart stopped.
Time stopped.
She reached out her hand. She took his hand. She pulled him to her.
Together, they danced.
She learned how to follow, he learned how to be.
This story is dedicated to Rachael Maddox, who gave me the final line which blossomed into this story. Thank you, Rachael! <3
What a powerful image, to follow and to learn how to be. Thank you, my friend, for continuing to share your gift with us. <3
I felt the emotion…its as if I was the one dancing…Ü