I danced on the sand
hot granules of white
warming the soles
of callused feet
I danced on the stones
of the cobbled square
the grooves worn smooth
the stones shiny with age
I danced in the mountains
spinning round jagged peaks
and rock-broken skies
dreaming in heat
I danced in the nave
whitewashed and arched
hearing the music not played
singing the hymns not written
never stopping
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Painting: The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano (Scottish).
