Daydream of a Dance
The sun is too bright in this little town you and I have
Become stuck in.
Shafts of its’ hot rays spear through the autumn leaves, burning the edges
Of orange, of brown, of red.
Torched, they fall to the ground and crumble under your feet…
…under my fingers, they turn to dust….
I walk and you follow.
You are scared, I know…but try to remember that you have done
All of this before, child.
Such a child, such wide-eyed and sorrowful is your broken innocence.
It pleases me to see you this way.
It causes a tremor over my cold skin to catch visions of you
As we move
Apart, together, apart, together.
Your skin is my skin
And your body is my body
And your pitiful screams are mine to hold through the night.
We reach the top of the hill, the crest of the wave threatening to tumble
Over us in white and blue…
And I take your hand and your eyes of emerald glaze over…
You are so very scared, child….my dear, dear child.
Shhhh…..remember my hands upon you,
Remember my lips upon you,
Remember my claim to you is forever.
I spin you out and pull you back.
I twist you, turn you…..like a waltz with no true beat in time.
You hit the ground and I descend on you, our shadows
Mingle and you play for me alone,
The sun has gone down in this lost season you and I
Are living in.
And I go down as well, taking you with me.
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