Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Ground Beneath my Feet...



Who moved the ground
beneath my feet?
Was it that look,
or is that how you treat
every eye that looks at
your graceful smile
and every heart that
beats in ways so wild?!

As i stay suspended mid-air
with the ground beneath me gone
i wonder if i'll fly
or be flung down like a stone? -
come what may, i know
i dont have a chance
i know i am falling
i might as well dance! :)

2 comments:

  1. Dance... don't sit this one out!
    For you never know, this might be the one you would never have wanted to miss too!

    Beautiful beautiful poem, David! I so loved it, having just rambled about Twinkle toes a while ago :)

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