hopeful toes ii

When I feel the music
Sometimes it makes me want to cry.
I can feel the pain, the love, the tears. . .the utter joy!
Deep inside my soul.
My toes kiss the ground through satin slippers
And my heart develops wings.
Only reality holds me inside of these oh-so-confining walls!
Spinning and leaping rhythmically,
I paint the hopes and dreams,
Of these familiar notes
Across the canvas of your eyes.
Two, three, four. . .
Satin pounds against the hardwood floor.
Unconsciously I dance as I feel,
For routine reminds me too much,
Of reality.
Closing my eyes I am unaware
Of anything but the rhythm and grace,
Seeping out of my soul.
Delicate hands and powerful arms
Propel me as my heart sings
And I savor the feel of the ground,
Beneath my blistered toes.
Suddenly the music stops,
And I unknowingly subside.
I breathe furiously and collapse on the ground,
My heart laughing for joy.
Throbbing toes, forced so long against that
Sustaining block of wood in those satin shoes
Had hardly noticed!
They thought they were dancing in the clouds. . .
Hmm. . .
So did I.