dance of my hands

I am a dancer, photographer and poet. For money, I serve food at weddings. The life I lead is my greatest work of art, though sadness and ugliness do tend to creep in. The beauty of this earth is the only thing I esteem, and my family is the only home I need. As I grow, I seem to know less, and as I age, I seem to accept more. Acceptance is a way to peace. But I still dream. 'Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,/Enwrought with golden and silver light,/The blue and the dim and the dark cloths/Of night and light and the half-light,/I would spread the cloths under your feet:/But I, being poor, have only my dreams;/I have spread my dreams under your feet;/Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.' --William B. Yeats