Chasing Dreams

My spirit escapes as I sleep,
Like a panther in search of food.

Free, its tentative steps quicken
Ever faster toward the unknown.

Light on a flowered dress
Moving to an understated beat
She extends her arms
Whispering, “ I’ve been waiting.”

We touch, merge gracefully.
Weightless with the rhythm.

Satiny lavender scented skin,
Silken hair against my face;
Full with memories of another dancer
The contented cat heads home.

F. A. Zedik
12-23-04

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