"THE DANCER"

In his arms he flows the wind
His heart so free within
In his movement he dissends
The fear he holds within
In a graceful swift display
He fights it all away
In a dream thats only his
With the words he can not say
He glides across the floor
In a world he drives for more
But in a moment that is his
He can feel feel the grace which lies before
He knows the world (for what
it is)

He has shuttered (from its
distress).
But for a moment he is free,
In his hope (for the eloquent).

Why is not our world
as what a dance can express?
It would shear away its pain,
Derrail all its mess.

But yet it cannot see,
The eyes of beauty
Which speak not for what is atroscity
The anger and fear,
it solemnely brings,

But within your
heart
For a moment you depart
From the filter and screens
But now you feel your spirit (You are one)
And inside yourself are free
The dancer opens up his heart
And cares not to be noticed
But from himself imparts
Hes a dancer in his mind
Flowing freely in the song
Moving within his time
As he reaches out his arms
A passion for every life
The technique is not always perfect
The presentation, not always right
But seek forth the message
Which he must tell from his heart
That he must speak from inside.