A Prayer of Dance
By evangelina
Terpsichore! Why have you left me? The dance is lost and the music does nothing to me anymore! Oh,Terpsichore! Where is the melody? You gave me the insanity to get lost in the harmony, and I have lost once more. Dearest Terpsichore! Don't take it away! You, dancer of the song, knows what I feel when I hear the classical score. Oh, Terpsichore, I am on my knees. My pride and love will be yours. The sweet movement that sweeps the rythym under the shore of your song is lost once more. Terpsichore, my muse of magical sway, I cannot understand the decay of this abandoned shelter. If you could only lend me a day of another succulent memory, with a kiss of your lyre. I have nothing more than my voice as an instrument to your beauty. My personal queen of nightly charm, Terpsichore, I have felt the alarm of living without your song. Sweet, sweet, Terpsichore! Oh, I do need to breathe your divine note into my life of death. Please, bright one, give me just one more day of your gentle breath. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 05:55 PM PST 0 • 10
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