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only when we dance

when I sleep, I tell myself not to dream.
when I have danced the long night in the arms
of a stranger, I tell myself not to write.

so this is me, not writing.

saw a moon so big & bright, it killed the darkness,
and I had nowhere to hide.
saw a face in the moon in a place far away.
there was music & a table with little white bowls;
the music was Cohen & a chorus of beautiful voices,
singing Dance me to the end of love.

in this dream that I am not dreaming,
in this lovestory that I am not writing,
I went to that place, to discover the secret of the white bowls.
each bowl contained small shapes of grain floating in cream;
I was hungry, so I ate.

the woman sat next to me; we ate together & we talked.
she said she was here for the music, hoping someone would
teach her the steps, because she had never danced before:
she was shy & a little afraid, so she hid behind her guitar.
and that was very sad.

there was music & a sad woman who had never danced ��
and that was reason enough to dance.

I remember she was barefoot & I held her close.
we danced slow, hesitant steps, even as the other dancers
moved around us fluidly, like Pacino & that pretty brunette
in Scent of a Woman.

we must have danced a long time. she said something, like stars
murmuring to each other, and the words fell easy & gently from her.
I liked it, I told her to say it again, & she did.

she asked me if I could say those words to her.
and I could not�

I have loved, maybe too little. �maybe too much.
I have hurt, & that hurt, I suppose, is not finished with me;
there is always more hurt. waiting.

and that is reason enough, not to dance�

(Art: Ben Rabinovitch)

Written by JohnFeddeler

Published 24th Jul 2016

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Re. only when we dance

Beigetrousers

24th Jul 2016 7:24pm

I really like it, surreal like love
Cream and grains

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Kasai

- Edited 24th Jul 2016 8:52pm

24th Jul 2016 8:22pm

This one is special,John. It sparkles in the rain and flows to the sweet sound of beautiful music....

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SweetOblivion

24th Jul 2016 8:52pm

You are very good at not writing and not dancing - liked it and the cleverness

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jemac

- Edited 25th Jul 2016 2:25am

24th Jul 2016 9:18pm

Sweet oblivion took the words right out of my mouth ...

But, I think one should never stop dancing... the moon is a wonderful companion ...
I dance, I dance alone ...

A Beautiful write about not writing JohnFeddeler...

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ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)

24th Jul 2016 9:23pm

I can't hear this right now, I have but wish I hadn't - you know, I carry so much weight for a man like you and it hurts awfully to think about. Anyway, a burden to carry. Still, beautifully written.

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crimsin (Unveiling)

24th Jul 2016 9:46pm

a true transcendent vision you've had John one of true love I believe..

so beautiful a write..

love Crim

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Anonymous

25th Jul 2016 1:19am

you must've seen the same moon as i did last night, it was burning with all the colors that a fire would only let you feel and not see ;)

Sometimes i think only in dreams we find truth..and our reality is nothing but an illusion, glorious write John.

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Anonymous

25th Jul 2016 7:15am

Ita amazing how you
bring me in close

only to.wring my heart
of its beats as if you
swallow them like you
do me

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Re. only when we dance

crowfly

25th Jul 2016 7:42pm

Fine work from a solitary man taking comfort where he can. I hope your dance will continue with the ladies waiting in the joint down the street. I doubt they'll ever let you go...