Dancer in the dark

Here I stand all by myself,
just like in a dream,
the dark has come for good,
in perfect awe of it all.

Seems I am becoming a dancer in the dark,
a creature of my own, a fantasy!

Here I find the way to the door,
that leads me back to where I started from.
The sights and sounds call out my name,
there's no-one to blame for the ecstacy!


Dancing In the Dark painting by Liesbeth Johnson

Here I lie, half conscious, half torn,
I am calling out for more, in a strange silence.
The sweet music that I hear has ceased to cry for love,
I have to look inside to find it.

Here I am again, in no man's land, in utopia.
I cross the Rubicon, I dive into deep,
I fall myself asleep, only to wake up next
dancing for the moon, a creature so unreal!

Seems I am becoming a dancer in the dark,
a creature of my own, a fantasy!

(c)Marialena, 07/09/2006 (here's one for the full moon rising high tonight)