I would like there to be
Dancing
Hearts on fire
All a flame with the passion
And joy of movement
Let me fly
After years of being tied down
My soul longs for this
The uplift swing of joy
Of an awakened soul
Casting off its shackles
Feeling an energy that moves through it
Like wildfire
Bidding me back to life
This deadness
Is killing me
Can’t you see
I remember his words
Your words
Also
Just remember
Life is for the living
And life must go on
When I watched them dance
I thought of how much you would have loved it
And of how you so longed for me to be free
I cannot buy back
Lost time
And so my hunger has grown
This hunger must be fed
As the soul is freed to joy
It bids the living
Live on
And to fully enter and dance
The ongoing
Rhythm of life
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Are you or were you a dancer? I danced ballet from age 3 into college. You write as if it’s in your blood. I love dancing.
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I also did ballet until I was about 6 but for some reason I didnt want to go any more. I think it was too structured for me. I just LOVE to dance. At the moment I want to go on holiday to a place I can dance at night. Maybe its part of how I want to grieve this last loss. I tried to express that in this poem. It is in my blood you really picked up on that. Bless you. ❤
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Dancing at night sounds like great medicine. I say find some music that moves you and go for it 🙂
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