Dancing Alone
This is 'pandemic poem' for sure. It's about longing for community and feeling alone. Wrote in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep and I was restless. It could definitely be shaped into a lyric.
Dancing Alone
Dancing alone, to a long forgotten song
In an echo of a dream
With no one to dance along
It’s only me that keeps the beat
That yearns to feel the heat
I try and never win
It’s like I’m broken from within
This lost and lonely place
Holding sorrow, holding grace
Shall I plant a garden, plant a flower?
While I while away the hours?
Shall I spin a pirouette?
As I tell of my regret?
Shall I weave a web for you?
Will you hold me and be true?
It’s so silent here inside
Have I found a place to hide?
Dancing alone, to a long forgotten song
In an echo of a dream
With no one to dance along
It’s only me that keeps the beat
That yearns to feel the heat
I look and no one’s there
I keep hoping someone cares
This savage, gentle place
Holding passion, holding grace
Shall I make it thunder, make it rain?
Will the quiet heal my pain?
Shall I dance a little jig?
Enjoy the pleasure of a fig?
If I build a fire for you
Will it warm me through and through?
It’s so dark under the stars
Can you see me with my scars?
Will you wait for me awhile?
Can I see your distant smile?
Dancing alone, to a long forgotten song
In an echo of a dream
With no one to dance along
But sometimes I hear a beat
Of people dancing in the street
And I dream among those smiles
Someone will dance with me awhile
This wild, tender place
Holding darkness, holding grace
© Diane Currie Sam
