I Dance in My Dreams

Someone today asked me why I chose the name as my moniker. The answer is simple...in my dreams, I can dance. This is me : - the dreamer.

I have two left feet...I am clumsy and klutzy by nature. I bump into walls, and fall off chairs. My sense of coordination leaves much to be desired...and the jerky gyrations I do leave me certain that I have no rhythm gene in my DNA make-up.

My only public attempt was in early school days, and I ended up being the laughing stock because I simply was out of sync, and the plates I used as props came crashing on the floor.Never again...


But I love music...I love sounds...I love movements...And I love to dream.

The dreamer in me is my quiet, private self. The dreamer in me harbours hopes and wishes...and only if I can picture myself doing something so well, that I will make my dreams come true.

But alas, the aptitude for dance is simply not there.

So people...Starlightmoondancer...is the sensitive, romantic soul, who twirls, sways, pirouettes forever in a surreal world of endless lyrical music, watched by no one, under the beautiful full moon, and the glittering stars.