To a Dance Teacher

Author unknown

Come . . .

He said

Come dance with me . . .

Take the magic from my hands . . .

and I will teach you

To sail among the crystal clouds

And catch the mist of morning in your eyes . . .

To weave a golden gauze of wind

Into patterns for your feet to follow

Come dance with me . . .

And I will show your body how to sing

To melt with melody . . .

To leap exulting into luminous song . . .

To shape the curve of silence

Come dance with me . . .

And you will see

That glistening canvas of movement

Which will hold more joy, more peace, more pain

Than any canvas ever painted

Any word ever spoken

Come with me . . .

And we will dance rainbows . . .

We will feel the surge of a wild ocean through our arms

Feel the beat of our blood in our ears

We will froth like a bubble busting in the wind . . .

Fly like an eagle toward the sun

We will dream . . .

Lifting into the silent night sky

We will spin with webs of starlight

Come . . .

Dance with me . . .

And we will stretch your body into beauty

And sing your soul into joy

Come

He said

Come dance with me . . .

Take the magic from my hands . . .

Learn the love from my heart.