Sunday, September 28, 2003
Endless sessions of mascara trails and lip paintings
The spotlight, the stage, my spark of life
Quiver in my fingertips tasting the air carrying this sound
Eyes sparkling, heart singing, my one swan song -
Golden tone in my soul
The color coursing through my veins
To turn the world into my very love
To see what I see
Feel what I feel
The sound of applause deafens me
Heads turn on the dance floor
Shocked and smiling faces stare up from their plates
Their minutes forgot
This is my moment, my purpose, my meaning.
I made you see it.
My job is done.
posted by Sally |
11:24 AM
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