The Dance

There is a light

I see it only when wrapped in utter darkness

A music I hear only when closed off from sound

This is the artwork of my spirit

This is the music of my soul

These are the sights and sounds I will hear in death

This is the me that is not my thoughts

Not my memories

Not my shell

This is the driver

The poet

The me that existed before birth

Just the light

The music

And possibly a dance

Frankie Valinda Ghee