The Dancer

Her movements are graceful.
She dances with ease.
Her feet seem to never touch the ground.
She appears to be floating,
Floating above the stage.

She is so beautiful
People hold their breath.
She tells the story of love
With every movement of her body.

Her body moves with grace.
The story unfolds
With every turn and jump.

Soon her body is caught up in the sadness,
The sadness of her loss.
Her body seems to wilt to the floor
Much like a petal off a dead rose.
The curtain falls and the story has ended.

Bitter Love

The time spent together
Was the time of our lives.
Everything seemed so right,
Nothing could stop us.

The love we shared
Kept my spirit alive.
You were there
To offer me a hug.

With one tick of a clock.
It changed forever.
We didn't see each other
The same as we used to.

Everything turned bitter
With that one quick tick.
The clock continues to tick,
But I still feel the pain.

The pain is so bitter.
This thing we call love
Is no more than a sprinkle of ginger.
It adds a little spice
But you need to add to it
To make anything sweet.

Written: 1998