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..
As I look above
The clouds move
High above me
With every blink of my eye
Beyond me
Surrounding me
Engulfs me
Like a little girl
Mesmerised
In wonder
I’d dance with the clouds
Move with the winds
To unchartered territories
And spin
And twirl
On my little toes
The clouds, my floor
I’d dance barefoot
And adorn my dancing shoes
I am the audience
In my enchanted world
With the world below me
The dancer in me
In unison
Amongst the clouds
18th June 2008
2214 hours
Looking out A219
Just getting dark
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