Dancers and dreams

And they dance in swirls

of light and shadow, left

to their dreams because no one

is watching, not even the artist

seeing only his own impressions

imagined, a kind a dream or series

of dreams, asking if the dancers

themselves know, or know to dream,

or even are. Still they swirl and pivot

in dances of light and shadow,

the dance transforming the dreams,

the dance becoming the dreams.

The poetry prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry this week is “Dancers and Dreams.” And I do love to dance, and dream.

Photograph of the Edgar Degas painting “Dancers in the Foyer” by Sallies Stone via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.