Dancer into Fathoms
From my deep and secret memory place
Your smile pulls out the fairest trace
Of my once true and dearest friend
Whose pliant body did my dreamings bend
The message of your face has grown
Into my soul some secret thoughts you've sown
I'm nearer to the space where your dance glows
Intriguing to the knowledge of your flows
Among the dancers bending at the barre
Your nuance is a deeper star
Your eyes are lowered as you pass me by
I stare into your smile to find a why
Dance churns the streams of your blood
Into a molten larva of flowing love
Both sun and moon light up in you
Inner joys, mysterious and true
An oriental sense in your inner cry
Pleads for understanding sighs
All bitterness escapes from you
And sweetens into morning dew
My words are poor to paint your soul
The wave you dance entwines a coil
Of string around my heavy heart
Unravelled only my your ballet's art
Richard Field
April 2003
