I dreamt of a pair of dancing shoes

For real, I did.. last night.. ballet shoes to be exact.. the pointy ones with the wooden blocks and lil bow at the front, and the long satin ribbon that goes around the ankles.. the dream brought me back to the final piece I wrote in York, whilst being an occupant of A219..

Dancing with the Clouds

As I look above
The clouds move
High above me
With every blink of my eye

In front of me
Beyond me
Surrounding me
Engulfs me

Makes me feel
Like a little girl
Mesmerised
In wonder

If I were a little fairy
I’d dance with the clouds
Move with the winds
To unchartered territories

I’d pirouette
And spin
And twirl
On my little toes

The sky is my stage
The clouds, my floor
I’d dance barefoot
And adorn my dancing shoes

I am the dancer
I am the audience
In my enchanted world
With the world below me

The bird in me
The dancer in me
In unison
Amongst the clouds

18th June 2008
2214 hours
Looking out A219
Just getting dark

For me, with you in mind..

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