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.