Backstage
I watch you dance
Your short curls flowing with your grace
Your expression unwavered by the hundreds of faces
I watch you enviously
Your unmatched work jumps at my vision
The way your adorable grin smears across your face
The joy you bring to the world puts the sun to shame
I sit siliently…Waiting… Watching
Dancing in the background of your shadow
You can see me,
if you tried
And you have
The small note I received in the cold dark winter day, bringing the warm summer feeling to my stomach shows it
The few words you speak of me throughout the year just solidifies the permanence of the butterflies flirting around the stage
Others have claimed you as the ugly duckling
How wrong they are.
Your misty eyes pierce through the air, sending a chill down my very spine.
Even when curled up in the corner of the room
Your presence never fails to overwhelm the atmosphere with a calmness.
I search for you
In between the pages of my favourite book,
Or between grocery isles
Or in the sky, my vision illuminated by the moon, whose existence is crucial to the weather of the earth, as you are to my perception to self.
Even behind your shadow I feel my self grow,
A spotlight in the waves of the curtains,
I dance for myself
And I dance with you