The Dance Poem by G, E. Gorfu

The Dance

The bow, slender and tall
Dark framed, attired in white,
Taut and highly tense,
Erect, stood by the wall…

A beautiful Cello
Came in dressed all in blue,
Looked right and left, and saw the bow
Walked over and said, "Hello! "

"How are you? " He replied, "Fine."
They chatted for a while…
The bow then asked, "Let's dance…"
They did, - the music was divine!

The dance floor then by magic
Turned into a temple
The dance became prayer and worship,
It defied logic.
G. E. Gorfu