Sunday, September 11, 2011

New Found Land

Peeking out of the shadows
I find my hidden self
On the bottom shelf
Forgotten and broken

Back in a corner
Lie in wait
Heart desire's tug
On mended sleeve

Dust off laden grime
Of regret and lost time
Let go of strife
Come join the circle of life

Heavy burdens lift
Carrying unopened gifts
Wrapped in string
Grab the brass ring

Balance on pointe crystal slippers
Dance where the light is better
Bend, stretch, reach, leap
Sparkle in new found land