Fantaisie: A song of unrestricted emotional imagination

The Heart's Cry

Where the river foams and surges to the sea

Silver figures rise to find me,

Wise and as daring

Following the heart's cry.

I am that deep pool

I am that dark spring

Warm with a mystery

I may reveal to you

In Time

(Time holds the heart's key)

Key to everything is Love

(Love makes the heart flower)

Flowers into a deep desire

(Passion in the heart's fire)

Passion and desire

See the eagle rise above the open plain

Golden in the morning air

Weaving and soaring

Watchful and protecting

I am your shelter

I will enfold you

Warm with a mystery

I may reveal to you

In Time

(Time holds the heart's key)

Key to everything is Love

(Love makes the heart flower)

Flowers into a deep desire

(Passion in the heart's fire)

Passion and desire

Invocation: Hear My Cry

Hear my cry

In my hungering search for you

Taste my breath on the wind

See the sky as it mirrors my colours

Hints and whispers begin

I am living to nourish you, cherish you

I am pulsing the blood in your veins

Feel the magic and power of surrender

To life. Uisce Beatha

Every finger is touching and searching

Until your secrets come out

In the dance, as it endlessly circles

I linger close to your mouth

I am living to nourish you, cherish you

I am pulsing the blood in your veins

Feel the magic and power of surrender

To life. Uisce Beatha

~courtesy of Riverdance~

I stood alone in the center stage and froze my starting position when the curtain was about to rise, and it was a complete darkness inside; the air was still, as if the thousands of audience in the Grand Opera had stopped breathing, and a dead silence outside.

In my inner heart, I hated this ghostly world, it was cold and fear. Where was light and hope? I was groping, oh, there was a fire glimmering in the horizon, I danced towards the light object. I felt it was closer and closer, its brightness and warmness was real. The world became much more wonderful!

I was getting exuberant, I leapt into the air, performed a soaring jump (called Luxuriant Leap in ballet), no, it was not enough to cerebrate my joys, to exude my energy and emotion, I spun (called foutette ) vigorously, my whole body was revolving quicker and quicker....... all in a flashing moment, there was an explosion , my dance shirt was burst out from my strong body, flying in pieces towards the audience, who had been mesmerized by this fluid sequence of the motions and were now roaring into thundering applause, some of them in the front stage grabbing for my pieces as if they were beautiful flowers and poems.

The spotlight was now focused on my still and slightly thrusting-forward body with one foot tipped on the floor, like a falcon in the air. This seemingly effortless lightness of this moment gave no hint of its extreme technical difficulties. The contrast of dark and light and the ethereal performance had captured audience's imagination..........

After all, this is only one of my mid-summer dreams and I am currently dazzled by a beautiful young lady whom I dream one day I would be in Pas de Deux (steps for two in ballet) with her.