Monday, April 9, 2012

Dance




The melody is hypnotic,
Balloons filled with gas;
Sanity playing with my alter ego,
I want to dance.

It’s the beginning of a Séance,
I want to dance;
Life out of living dead,
Dance!

Stars on the dance floor,
Moons besides the side walk;
My sunlight rehearsing in the backyard,
We want to dance.


The moon completing the circle of light,
Teeth readying for the bite;
Eyes, manufacturing that wacky glance,
All I want – dance.
Shamsud A
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