For Darcie
To live is to dance, was Darcie’s great passion
Life pulsing through her in graceful fashion
Quietly luminous bohemian beauty
Gentle, soft-spoken, audacious and gutsy
Piscean artist: burning fiercely as flames
Her supple dancing dynamic range
Hard work, talent, dance study age seven
Budding career seemed ever certain
We met in third grade became true friends
Otherworldly girl: time knows no end
Caught up in our imaginary world
‘Twas more real to us than here and now
Me: moved in and out of Sacramento
She: arts high school in San Francisco
Our dance evolving with ebb and flow
Attuned as one, yet we dance alone
Darcie’s rising star Julliard bound
Encouraged and mentored by Trisha Brown
Traveled back east to finalize her plans
One last trip before fruition’s dance
Her cherished dreams were not to be
Traffic accident in NYC
Three weeks ‘fore her 19th birthday
Across rainbow bridge she danced away
To live is to dance, was Darcie’s great passion
Life pulsing through her in graceful fashion
Quietly luminous bohemian beauty
Gentle, soft-spoken, audacious and gutsy
You were fully alive and always will be
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Beautiful tribute to a life cut too soon!
Thank you for your kind words. Be well
L., I got the chills reading this. The repetition of the last stanza was so bittersweet, and the last line fell on wistful notes. The rhythm and rhyme reads like a dance – fitting for Darcie. This poem was lyrical, like a dedicated fable to a young beautiful life cut too short. A wonderful and fond tribute. Thanks for sharing.