My shoes are dancing
far away from my feet,
in other lands,
where music is louder,
where dance is not forbidden,
where joy is freedom
and freedom is joy.

I am barefoot
in this dream of mine,
moving dancelike
behind my lashes,
where nobody can see me,
where dance is not forbidden
where joy and freedom
are androgyne.

I am empty of restrictions
in this poem of mine,
where I am not limited
by shoes and clothes...
where I can dance
without people judging
my mistakes,
where joy and freedom
are one.

I might not have the shoes
--which are dancing
on other feet,maybe--
but I will always have
the music, the dance
and the rhythm.