Poetry: The Dance

Another poem I’ve worked on for some time (and forgot to post here). A friend and amazing poet told me that romantic poems are the simplest to write as the words come easier, and he is correct. However, I enjoyed writing it very much and not only was it soothing to the soul to finally be pleased with it but to grow a bit more in my journey in the art of poetry.

“THE DANCE” By S.A. Ernster

“Hear a ballad, its highs and lows,

ensnaring my breath mid its throes.

And each step, with each breath,

I fall within its timeless depth.

In his lead, sure and warm,

That which twists me in every form.

In his eyes, fields of ice,

I see warmth; a guiding light.

And his hands grip me tight,

So this dance stirs songs of night.

And all about, in bleeding hue,

I am caught; burned and blue.

And all dims beyond his gaze,

As my flesh alights with blaze.

And none be, as valiant as he;

I, in awe, within his thrall.

So he holds my life so dear,

as if time's end is drawing near.

And this be my song to sing;

I step amongst his heart in beat.

As time wing in lasting flight,

All that's left stirs with delight.

And I, with soul bared so frank,

Concede the theft to he,

My thanks.”