She danced her way through the morning
The songs of the night before singing in her mind
If anyone could see her they might question such unabashed joy
They might be afraid of such raw emotion
But, she was alone with her thoughts
No one was going to see her smile
No one would see her dance through her day
Her happiness was hers alone
She knew that what she was feeling was special
And never guaranteed
So she cherished every moment of it
And since the music continued to play in her thoughts
She just kept on dancing
The Perpetual Vagabond 
Reblogged this on An Empty Glass and commented:
touching 🙂
Great shot of a bee. I got one, and felt lucky. Followed a huge butterfly into a grotto known to be home to three crocs today…wouldn’t pose for me, at all. Thanks !
On my Way…
I really relate to this like a spied moment in my day. Made me smile thinking I’m not alone.
Your poem gave me goosebumps! It truly captures those special mornings!
Beautiful and joy filled, Lauriel! Love it!
Beautiful. Just plain beautiful. :’)
THanks for sharing Lauriel!!! Beautiful!!!! See you tomorrow at the naked lady dance party!!!! Kriskross
Love music of the mind, love dancing, love it all.