dance sweet ballerina

The ballerina floats in her pink shoes, the ones with ribbons all the way up to the calves. She spins and dances and she never tires, never falls.That is me, she whispered softly, me in my dream, but wide awake I slip I fall, I bruise and I am tired, wide awake I fall. But I will keep on dancing. Keep on dancing.

She cries, tears in her eyes, mummy I hate this take off my shoes. Tears stream down my face. But my dear Sarah I whispered, Sarah my dear, but you look so beautiful in those pretty pink shoes. And so she keeps on dancing.

The thing she knew not, was that she is pretty in my sight, indeed she was, my little ballerina in pink shoes, the thing is I know she falls, she falls but those were the most precious times. Those were the times I get to pick her up, and wipe her tears, and those were the times she says to me, mummy hold my hand until I float again. I hold her hand time and again and watch her as she dances, my little pink ballerina, precious in my sight,

My eyes only see things in that perfect world, and my little Sarah, in my eyes, fall she may, but that's not what I see. In that world where all is perfect I can see her dancing, I don't see her fall. I smile and nod the ballerina will always see herself fall, she will, she will, for she cannot see what I see. The ballerina that floats, never tire, never fall. if only she could see herself, through my eyes.

Over the years same thing over I tell her. But you look so pretty in those pretty pink shoes and today she stands waving her hands to me. Mummy I dream of that ballerina too, pretty in her ribbons and pink shoes, I know your secret I see it in your eyes, and so I try, to float not fall, for I am pretty in your sight.

And then one day she fell quite bad, her ankles sprained, and her knees buckled, she swore and swore she would never dance again and hung up her pretty pink shoes. I am by her side, but I refused to carry her. I watch and wait until she decides to walk again, but walk she refused and refused, I wait until she steps out of bed for she is too precious for me to carry her always.

And then she turned away from me and bitterly pointed her dreaded finger. it is so painful to walk why don't you carry me like you used to, she sobs. Dear sarah, dear Sarah it pains me more this way, but you have to learn to walk again, and put on your pretty pink shoes.

she sobbed and cried and said I ruined her life, she did not want to walk no more. I sighed and watched her from afar as she shut me out of her life. I saw her sit and grew some fat and her legs went very numb. My dear sweet little ballerina sways from the truth of who she was, when she refused to stand again.

I watch, I never leave her side, eventhough soemtimes she does not see. then one day her eyes opened again, and her sight she once more received. her dreams returned and her heart tingled as she got out of that bed and then she walked her way towards me and asked if she could hold my hand. I want to dance again she said with tears in her eyes. I held her close and whispered in her ear, you will I said sure and clear as I took her sweet hand.

I held her hand until she could walk again and then I put on her pink shoes for her and as clumsy as she was just then, all I could see, was her. Her beauty, her grace, just the way she was made as she tries and tries to dance. And day by day she dreamt again to be that ballerina that never falls.

She waved at me as I walk by her side, she knew I would catch her when she falls. And then one day my dear sweet ballerina, floated, so graceful and so tall. I smiled to myself and wish she could see herself so radiant in my eyes. to me my little ballerina, will always be so pretty in my sight.

The ballerina floats in her pink shoes, the ones with ribbons all the way up to the calves. She spins and dances and she never tires, never falls.That is me, she whispered softly, me in my dream, but wide awake I slip I fall, I bruise and I am tired, wide awake I fall. But I will keep on dancing. Keep on dancing.

Keep on dancing with me by your side.

I still dream of Shanghai

I put on my boots and go sleepwalking.

The sun shines through the windows and the clouds cannot get through. The woman called to tell me who she was and yet when I called back she does not exist. I am confused thinking of what she said, I still dream of Shanghai she whispered. And I asked her when was the last time she was there, I've never been she said. Homesick for a home she never had, she still dreams of Shanghai. God help the girl.

I put on my boots and go sleepwalking.

Funny things happen when you're awake at five a.m. The car stalls and stops in the middle of the stream and stars shine from underneath upwards. The man called to tell me who he was, and yet when I called back, he does not exist. I am confused thinking of what he said, I still deam of Shanghai, he whispered. And when I asked him why, she was there he said. Lovesick for a love he never had, he still dreams of Shanghai. God help that boy.

I put on my boots and go sleepwalking.

Funny things you see when you're walking around at four a.m. Perfection inverted, truth be told. The moon is still, as the earth circles around the moon, and the sun circle arounds the earth. I still dream of Shanghai I said. But I have never been. Dreaming of a place I have never been, possibilities of seeing what I have never seen, maybe even feeling what I have never felt. I still dream of Shanghai. God help this girl.

I put on my boots and go sleepwalking.

This time my eyes open not closed. Conciously sleepwalking I still dream of Shanghai. The city lights blink and I run, anticipating, and there he was. His face shone under the moonlight and he smiled. I walk, and run, and walk, and run and he made his way towards me. Hearts a beating, walking and running in rhythm I am a woman in love. We met on the bridge in Shanghai remember. I nod I nod and rubbed my eyes, but i have never been to Shanghai. Never been not even once in my life.

But I still dream of him in Shanghai. He and I on that bridge, kissing. A reunion. I put on my boots and go sleepwalking and when I called he answered. I still dream of Shanghai he told me, I still dream of you.

So do I. I still dream of Shanghai. I still dream of you.

But I have never been to Shanghai, I have never met him.

And yet I dream, of Shanghai.