dance – C & K

Winter Washing Dance

whipping winter winds
watching the washing dancing
weary from working

Two dance amongst the flowers,
stepping small, soft, stately steps.

Touching fingers, nothing more;
lingering into the pastel sunset.

Two dance away to vanishment;
stepping softly into the starlight.

Swirling colourful cloth,
the scent of sandalwood and the streets.

Bangles move to the drums,
almost touching, and the dance gathers emotion.

Daydreaming you’re a star,
Bollywood feels like floating on a fame cloud.

Wailing, you are my Jaanu!
Strange looks from people passing by.

Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.

The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.

An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.

Lovely eyes
so full of light
A soft heart
alive at night

By the Winter moon
within clouded starlight
Do not go too soon
dancing in the moonlight

Beautiful flower
a charmer of the night
Womanly power
take me into the light

Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit

Hair ready to take flight
as you
strut your balloon skirt.

Feeling ready to break
the floor, yet loathing
whispers freeze you.

A Jizzy Jammer pops a pill,
so you decide that’s for you,
as you slam down courage.

Now you’re online and out there
collapsing the dance floor;
deconstructing dance moves,
freaking out the conservatives.

Bursting flowers

Moving in waves across the field

Colours of blossoming spring dance

Sunshine is brighter than the light

We dance,
move and
weave
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
of light.

There’s a melody dancing in the wind.

Tiptoeing and fluttering about, the melody moves her to the sound.

Satie’s soft bows from a violin stir her heart as the flowers and trees sway along.

In the distance, he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.