I stared into my eyes.

I saw something I didn’t see before.
A portal, a stairway, a door.
I wanted to see more,
But was afraid to explore.
My body is sore,
And I can’t ignore:
I miss the dance floor.
I want my encore.
All I ask for
Is that my blessings pour
Into each and every pore
Till they reach my core.
Now, I don’t see a shore
Even when I soar.
In silence I roar,
But I am not at war.