Moving On by David Avila

she danced in the mirror’s light
casting shadows in the night
piercing her with the mirror’s edge
the shadow chasing only a memory
a memory of a dance she …

well it doesn’t matter anymore
just keep dancing little one
don’t stop
move and move and thrive where you are
wiggling and jiggling you busy little bee
may you glimpse this dance and laugh

because you see what I see
you know that I see it too
and you wonder does he know
yes I do

but to hope is to fail
to know is to have
go and have your truth
and keep dancing little one
even as I am lost