Dancing In Midnight

A little poem with a hint of "limite surréaliste" to add a touch of spice.





Dancing In Midnight  -  21 Nov 13

Midnight dancer
Slow movement
Beneath the watchful
Moon gazing through
Clouds

Soft beat rhythm pulse
Two Hearts move
Together sliding slow
Walk narrow lanes
In cold lamplight

Another midnight
Circling dance
Subtle smile shapes
The night moves
The song never ends





I am not entirely certain where the inspiration for this came from but I feel that it works rather well.

Dancing

This poem crawled into my mind during the afternoon - normally they arrive during the night - I never argue though and am pleased to present it here.




Dancing  -  04 Jan 12



Dancing in the dark
To a soft song
Listening to the rain
Washing the window
Drops catch the lamplight
Dance down the pane

Pressed against each other
Enveloped by the music
Enveloped by our Love
Sharing sweet kisses
As we move
Through the night

Caressed by dawn’s soft light
We dance on
Song still plays in our Hearts
We still play in our Hearts
The words can be heard
Through our Eternities





I was surprised by this poem's arrival but am really pleased with the result ~ thank you Muse.