I saw a man dancing the other day
His dance was a walk
But it sang as it passed.
His footsteps were balanced
On a tightrope of serenity
It was more graceful than any waltz
Or ballet that I have ever seen.
He looked at me as if to say
Why don't we all dance this way?
As the limbs of life
Come to gather us in
Why don't we feel happy to see them?
He stared through a window of pity
At us
Mere mortals
Still walking in a lolloping fashion.
Yet to discover freedoms tune.
And I looked back
Through a doorway of sadness
Unable to step over the threshold
Constrained by the branches
Of what I have built
In my own efforts to make myself
Happier.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
I saw a man dancing the other day
His dance was a walk
But it sang as it passed.
His footsteps were balanced
On a tightrope of serenity
It was more graceful than any waltz
Or ballet that I have ever seen.
He looked at me as if to say
Why don't we all dance this way?
As the limbs of life
Come to gather us in
Why don't we feel happy to see them?
He stared through a window of pity
At us
Mere mortals
Still walking in a lolloping fashion.
Yet to discover freedoms tune.
And I looked back
Through a doorway of sadness
Unable to step over the threshold
Constrained by the branches
Of what I have built
In my own efforts to make myself
Happier.
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