DANCE - Blogtober 2020

Dance

Your whole existence was full of tension

Even your birth a fight for life and death

Frail purple body struggling for breath

Nothing could cure no show of affection

Couldn't live up to your own perfection

Darkness of your ocean eternal depth

My adoration immeasurable breadth

You lost the battle against depression

The ups and downs felt like Russian roulette

Ballet offered you your only solace

The grace of your movement like a goddess

Life was reflected in your pirouette

Loving another is to take a chance

In the end my child it was worth the dance

--Shenandoah Lynd

(a Wyatt sonnet)