Dancer
Entertainer
DANCER
Your
barefoot toes enter miles of flowers
Meadows of magic spellbound by streams
Your vision comes, drawn to my towers
Where I lie sleeping in gray city dreams
O
Dancer
O Dancer
In what voice calling?
Your
body knows the moments of hours
Learning the tragic exalting of skin
Your lifeline flows, lost in the flowers
Lost out of keeping, lost to the wind
O
Dancer
O Dancer
To what pipes falling?
Your
barefoot toes enter miles of flowers
Meadows of magic spellbound by streams
Your vision goes, lost in the flowers
Lost to my memory, lost to my dreams
O
Dancer
O Dancer
In what sign dancing?