Dream

 

My dream is to dance,

And then to die,

Wreathed in sweat,

And a tired sigh—

 

The breath just caught,

The hand outflung,

The leg just raised,

The head thrown back—

 

Dancing into a fury of joy,

Whirling and twirling and leaping up high.

Clad in T-shirt and flowing hair,

That with me, every step shall share—

 

And at the supreme moment of a perfect play,

I’ll smile just once, and then down I shall lay.

 

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8 thoughts on “Dream

  1. I’ll take the dream I had last night,
    And put it in my freezer,
    So someday long and far away,
    When I’m an old grey greezer,
    I’ll take it out and thaw it out,
    This lovely dream I’ve frozen,
    And boil it up and sit me down
    And dip my old cold toes in.
    ~Shel Silverstein, “Frozen Dream,” A Light in the Attic

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