Circle Dance
Reality collides, emotions swallow the common bounds,
and I drift into the heart of a dreamer,
not through the blaring noise,
but through something simple,
a resonance that quiets the restless pulse inside me.
Harmony and honesty lift whoever falls,
no pretense, only a voice born as it is.
I’m not the only one who notices, thankfully,
perhaps this isn’t too chaotic after all.
Like a circle dance,
is there still room for steps that are wild, spontaneous, and strange?
I may stumble, yet arms are always waiting,
catching me, guiding,
a secret rhythm hidden inside disorder.
If only I could carry that space beyond the walls,
let myself be swept by its current,
become part of a beat that refuses to be ordinary,
listening to you with full intensity,
for this is too precious to keep hidden.
Thank you for reading!
-Paper White-
