Poem: My Dream And Stage Essay, Research Paper

A moment of silence.

They announce The Dancer.

Polite applause.

The music stirs.

The pulse of the drum quickens.

My everyday world fades away

as I approach the Gate.

Behind me lies my waking life.

Ahead of me lie only possibilities.

I step through the Gate,

onto the stage.

I am The Dancer.

I am Salom?, veiled in mystery.

I am Inanna, the Evening Star.

Feel my warmth as I share my art with you.

Feel my joy as I draw inspiration from the music.

Feel my power as I transform it into movement.

Feel my energy as I work my magic.

I am The Dancer.

I am Salom?, veiled in mystery.

I am Inanna, the Evening Star.

In full regalia, I command the stage.

And yet, I hold something back?

I am veiled,

robed in anticipation of things to come.

Promise. Potential. Pacing.

For now, I greet you, but veil my inner self.

Perhaps later I will unveil and share more.

I am The Dancer.

I am Salom?, veiled in mystery.

I am Inanna, the Evening Star.

Promise. Potential. Pacing.

Power lurks behind the veil,

power not yet unleashed,

power only hinted at?for now.

I pace myself for the dance yet to come.

I am The Dancer.

I am Salom?, veiled in mystery.

I am Inanna, the Evening Star.

My Dance Of Greeting draws to a close

as the music winds down.

The creative energy I?ve raised

draws a breath and waits.

Together, we?ve formed a triad of Power:

You, the musicians, and me.

Together, we?ll pass through the next Gate

and draw away the veil,

and explore the dance to come.

I am The Dancer.

I am Salom?, veiled in mystery.

I am Inanna, the Evening Star.