You once danced in perfect dark,
with no eye to discern the grace of form,
nothing shone on passion for Terpsichore,
your body yearned, stark figure on ground, unseen aloft
in space for no one but you, in wait to unveil the inward glow,
before the birth of sight and no one was, there was promenade and cabriole.
© Chagall 2013
Alphabet City 
do you speak French, too?… 🙂 haapy holidays and tons of inspiration, cheers! Mélanie
I do speak French. Happy Holidays to you as well. I will take your tons of inspiration and portion out a daily amount in 2014! 🙂 Thank you, Melanie. A great 2014 for you! —Chagall