The Dancer Dances! Poem by Keith Gwilliams

As the smoke drifts in the shadows
Quiet now with bolted doors
No more crowds – just empty tables
Round the dark and silent floor
From the stillness glides a figure
In a shirt and faded jeans
As from nowhere beats a rhythm
And a melody begins

The dancer dances – dance – dance on.

In the street beneath the lamplight
There he dances all alone
While the rhythm that he follows
Keeps on pounding till the dawn
Where’s he come from? What’s his purpose?
Is his dancing just a prayer?
What’s he hiding? What’s the mystery?
Is it something he can’t share?

There’s an anger in his footstep
And a fear that makes him fly
And the echo of his sorrow
Is the tear that’s in his eye
In the darkness of a dream world
The dancer hurries on
Till the daylight of the dawn break
When suddenly he’s gone.

The dancer dances – dance – dance on.