And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you, they’re on you
And I hope that you won’t hurt me
I’m dancing in the room as if I were in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music’s the reason why I know time still exists…”
Dancing – Elisa
Mary introduced me to this song and it’s one of those songs I drift from, only to return to it again and remember just how simple the melody is and yet its emotional richness spins complex webs about my heart and mind.
Dancing is a form of release, of fun, of freedom, as we learned in Footloose, but it’s also intimacy and intensity, an exposure, a sense of trust placed in another. We allow another to lead and for those of us scarred and burned by the flame of passion, it’s a giving over of control not to be undertaken lightly. And in the arms of a good person, a partner who loves with a purity and faithfulness that seems unreal, such is its rarity now, dancing is a way of finding refuge and home in the storm of life’s woes.
Saturday, I spent hours in that refuge, and smiled more than I have in weeks. The storms gave way, if only briefly, to a glimmer of sunlight. I belonged somewhere.
“The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone, silence would rock my tears
‘Cause it’s all about love, and I know better
How life is a waving feather…”