Chance Meeting On The Wind...

CHANCE MEETING ON THE WIND

Dedicated with much love and gratitude to Candlemaker , friend and prophet, though he'll deny it!

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The Dancer danced and never heard a note,
yet never found that odd nor out of place.
For years and years he danced, sometimes by rote,
all unaware his dancing lacked in grace.

He'd pirouette, and flourish with such flair,
and thought he danced upon the very air!

And so the Dancer danced, aware of naught
save that which in his minds' eye held him so.
It seems not introspection which he sought
so much as being right, which he could show

to all the world which might give him a glance,
that there was truth and sense within his dance!

And on and on he danced throughout his years.
He danced with purpose, filled with firm intent.
Unheeding of his periodic tears,
or that his focus had become his bent!

And so his dance pristine turned slowly dour-
He danced not for the sunshine, but for power!

One day, within his dance, a stranger paused,
and mentioned that the dance was very sweet.
And then the stranger spoke a word which caused
the dance to slow mid-step, and miss a beat!

The stranger smiled, yet no more did he say.
The dancer paused, and quickly looked his way...

"Please repeat the word which you just spoke, sir,
for I am sure I've thought that word before.
But I've neglected much to seek the answer,
yet feel I've got no foothold on the shore!

My focus has been stranded in my zeal,
and you have caused my mind to thus anneal!

'Twas at this moment that the chord was struck.
The resonance became an inward glow,
as life once more turned on the dime of luck.
His steps began to falter... feet to slow...

And showed him that should he choose to dance free,
he had to change the Dancer he would be!

The speaker spoke no more, yet still did glance,
which gave the now still Dancer's racing heart
a minor skip, a moments quiet trance,
and then, inspired, did the Dancer start...

He tentatively took a step or so,
uncertain after years of certainty.
Then slowly, slowly faster, did he go~
his steps became impossible to see!

The CandleMaker bowed his smiling face,
to see the the Dancer start once more with grace.

A simple, unassuming, breath of life
the CandleMaker did bequeath to me.
I dance no longer to the song of strife,
instead I simply dance for what may be.

A simple thought, he spoke.  A simple word:
Be joyful in your life, and you'll be heard!