I sit slumped at a desk with a blank page
before me. Tempting mirage notions
succeed both to oppress and to presage
empty state of going through the motions.
There is a gentle tap on my shoulder.
I turn, a veiled woman with outstretched hand,
asks to dance. In an unforeseen polder,
my mind wonders amidst revived heartland.
I rise, take her hand and begin to dance.
Every sensuous move we make kindles
visions within born in a freeing trance,
where only a potential dearth dwindles.
I stop in a momentís breath, lift her veil,
and see reflection of my mind female.