liberavi animam meam / I have freed my soul
Past poems, present poems, rambling prose. Writing instead of sleeping at 3am.


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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