Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Sarah’s Last Dance

 

This poem is written inspired by Sarah McLaughlan's song entitled "Last Dance." I invite you to experiance the comination of my poem and Sara's song, listening while reading.

 

Yesterday I was so cold

The wind whistled against me

And my feet could hardly step

Step towards healing heat

So sorrow froze over my face

 

Yesterday I lost my path

Nobody’s near to follow instead

And helpless, though they searched it,

Let me go on my new road

So my tears marked my new soil

 

Tonight I will lose my battle

Winter soon to be victorious

For Fall bows out at midnight.

That’s why it has been so cold

So my fists clench to endure it

 

But it’s curious ‘a path

I feel it not beneath my feet

And here the wind is tamest

And so peacefully cold

So I dry my tears away

 

An audience adorns my path

Watching me, all kindly smile.

There is a soft melody heard

For me, a ballad composed

So I listen to find where it’s from

 

It is straight ahead of us

Where a bright light I see glow

It’s the sun and I will conquer!

Leaves stand to clap in the wind

So onwards, Fall cheers me

 

Everyone is still but me

Am I floating or by father carried?

Mother, come along with us!

The ballad has commenced
And daddy’s the conductor

 

Mother come please, come!

Daddy don’t go, please come back!
Now, for midnight will strike!

And I see our Father took my hand
So I dance amid the snowflakes