I was for a time lost, amid
the dark of shadow. Merely dust,
that floated with slight of
breeze across pavement. A dance
of chance, there amid the black.
I had little substance and was
at home, alone, with only that
which lives and breathes in air
and nothing more. Pure weightless
beings without shape or form, of
any norm, they fit with me. In
free flight of mind across space
and time with mere thought
enough to propel, to somewhere
not there, but a place in nowhere.
There are moments still, when I
become shaded and must again, flee
the confines of shadow with my
dance of freedom in particle of dust.
A ballerina of shaded air, filled
with the thoughts that move me.

WhiteRose 11/17/02