Dance

[Madrigal]

I must admit there was a time when

My lids would tremble in excitement

Or was it fear?

Where the lights were bright and

The floors shone their silky shine

And the boys were beautiful

And the girls were too.

As I held her hand, I missed the weight of his.

His grip was tighter, and his skin warmer.

His nails more real.

I hoped to dance, but my spirit flew.

And still it flies the flight of birds

That with heaven?s curse and hell?s demise

Rise in the winds like dust in a storm.

Though caged I am, my spirit flies.

My feet, though bound, forever dance.

[Bruin Fisher]

Lovely, Maddy - it reads very real.

- from a fellow bound-footed one

[Richard Norway]

That was very good Maddy. I could feel the angst just below the surface.