The Dance

I watch your feet -
as mine follow yours
to an inner rhythm
that only you and I can feel and know;
I watch your hands -
as mine mimic yours
to create invisible mudras
that only you and I can see;
I watch your face -
as mine reflects yours
to unwrap gifts of a brimming heart
that only you and I can touch;
I watch, I hear,
I feel, I yearn,
to embody the Dance,
feel it come alive
inside me again;
I feel the sweet pain
and effervescence
of a fossil self -
being born,
longing to dance,
yet again.