painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
She knows no one in the bar; she just wanted to do something radical
and so, she danced with no music as if there was
and smiled to people staring as if she knew them.
Pretty soon, the band started playing offbeat melodies
and the crowd marched for the dance floor to join her.
— for life wasn’t given to us just so we could breathe. We were destined to live boldly.
She was created when the universe exploded and hence,
star dust must be in her bones.
She allows her star to shine its brightest white.
Her starlight beams upon me
Her stars dangles with mine.
— She is me, and I, her.
The Lust Manifesto 
stardust in her bones…loved that
thanks!
What a lovely poem! It almost gives me hope . . .
Thank you. I wrote it to make myself remember hope is within myself.
Sprightly and quite expert.
Thank you. The last word rings in my head.
” like a shooting star across a desert sky “- Jimmy Barnes ….
Thanks
Like… hope. 🙂
I like her…you…
Thanks, Tess. Means a lot. 🙂
‘they she knew them’ in line three? Perhaps an edit is needed, m’dear?
Thank you for the critic, dear. I should learn to proofread my writing. My thoughts are always faster than my fingers. 😉 The edit is done by now.
“For life wasn’t given to us just so we could breathe.”
Indeed!
Glad you agreed! We are meant for more splendid things.
How beautiful – I love the way the music and movement gradually beckon.
Oh thank you, Helena.