When Michael Danced

WHEN MICHAEL DANCED

When Michael danced he was music in motion,
melody flowing through his being
Moving in rhythm with God’s orchestra
the man was a tapestry of grace and soul

When Michael danced our eyes were gifted
with passion and beauty and love
suddenly angry, insistent and bold
in your face expressions of sensuality and lust

When Michael danced we gazed at his feet
bathed in sparkles, quicksilver…don’t blink
you will miss the spin, the kick, the glide…
and we wonder why God made toes?

When Michael danced did you see the light?
It shined through him and graced the stage
Arms held wide, embracing us all
welcoming…we shared his glee

When Michael danced we saw such ease
the body and soul as one
His hat pulled low, a piece of the dance
camouflaged dedication and work

When Michael danced did you feel the joy?
Of the boy in the man and the man in our time
Then see his hands, a painter’s magic
Drawing us in and etched in memory forever

When Michael danced it was Christmas morning
a gift that stuns and thrills
Unique and special, just like the man
God, I loved to watch Michael dance

~Lauren