My Therapeutic Dance
I ebb and flow through peek-a-boo’s sweet dare,
in fleeting gestures when our life began to dance,
what falls away will find its way around.
Your smile appears, then hides — now I know it’s still there,
ready to revive my heavy heart’s shadowy trance,
I ebb and flow through peek-a-boo’s sweet dare.
Though fear disrupts, it fades into breathless air,
when laughter sparks our play’s familiar glance,
what falls away will find its way around.
Your playful voice, a tiny smile beyond compare
sparks joyous rebirth, another second chance,
I ebb and flow through peek-a-boo’s sweet dare.
In simple games, resilience finds its flare
as light breaks through our unexpected dance,
what falls away will find its way around.
In smallest cues, glimpses again declare
that repair finally revealed through our playful romance
I ebb and flow through peek-a-boo’s sweet dare —
what fell away found its way around.
George Halasz, October – November 2024