Thursday, January 04, 2007


if there was music, would we dance?
do you mind these strangers, oddly smiling
how do they see us, but that's another day
somewhere is a waltz, somewhere a song
somewhere we'd be lovers, if the world
were mine

always remember that


Anonymous Rhonda S. said...

I knew a man once who taught me Greek dancing in a parking lot by the river because the music was playing. Thank you for reminding me of the sweetness of spontaneity and carefree moments. This poem "IF" has the quality of a snapshot of life. I can even smell the river from my own memory. Thank you again. Peace.

7:32 AM  
Blogger Louise said...

This is so sweet and a bit sad. You put beautiful words to your wishful thinking.

9:03 PM  

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