Dancing in the Woods
By Tatiana Pahlen

Eyes closed, barefoot, I'm dancing away
towards the woods, far away, anywhere.
I sense comfort in the pouring rain,
a soothing sound of a passing train.

An endless dreamer — an easy prey
won't notice a drama to be betrayed.
Keeping its soul distressed and bare,
one finds ecstasy in despair.

Moving smoothly as Fred Astaire,
I'm chasing dreams, embracing air.
Along the way I'm adding layers;
my train is gone
and, I don't care!

September 10, 2004

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