She Could Dance Though

There is a hollowness in the centre of her days. She once had days filled with promise. She once had a life that she could dance though as though she had learnt some great secret that can be unlocked from beyond the ordinary days of our lives. She lived as though she had found that key that opens the door to the life we usually only catch fleeting glimpses of in dreams.

There is a figure that haunts our dreams, a shadowed presence that lies just beyond what we can see. A figure that waits to lead us to this half-hidden place she had found. It is some creature of the shadows that hints, suggests and implies, leaving a trail of the possible through this world of dreams that leads to this door so few dare to unlock.

She knew she had been there; she had memories of those gardens that lay beyond the secret door. Places of peace and serenity, places of music and slow languid dances that tell the tales of how the secret routes to that place lie amongst the shadows of our dreams.

She knew she’d been there, she could feel the weight of that key in her now empty hand. She could feel the routes she had taken through her dreams in the memory of her feet and the intricate steps they had taken.

Now thought she stood lost in this mundane world, not knowing how she could get back there, back to that special land, and felt its absence within in her lying heavy and shattered like a broken heart.