My Dancing Arabesque
Dreams may come and dreams may go
while dancing through ones life.
But sometimes dreams are death, you know
a dance not worth the strife.
Into the sea I dove for thee
and danced an arabesque.
The bubbles passed my face with glee;
I danced my very best.
As sunset colored sky above
I danced on further down.
The fish applaud, and blink, and nod
to this dying lifeless clown.
I see your face, your love, your grace;
we dance again as one.
The moon is splendid in the sky
my dancing arabesque is done.
Sharon Burgess-Guidry
while dancing through ones life.
But sometimes dreams are death, you know
a dance not worth the strife.
Into the sea I dove for thee
and danced an arabesque.
The bubbles passed my face with glee;
I danced my very best.
As sunset colored sky above
I danced on further down.
The fish applaud, and blink, and nod
to this dying lifeless clown.
I see your face, your love, your grace;
we dance again as one.
The moon is splendid in the sky
my dancing arabesque is done.
Sharon Burgess-Guidry
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