Sunday, July 7, 2013

Sounds heard on a Tuesday summer night

The world turns
Winds grow cold
Rains fall 
Darkness dawns
Yet in twilight I dance
Swaying gently
A question lingers
Whispered softly
Will you join me?

Bare feet tread
To the melody 
Wind in the trees
Crickets chirping 
Young frogs rejoicing
Each drop of rain
A drum roll on a leaf
I sway, white dress
Drenched in summer rain

Dark tresses curl
As dark eyes search
You, in the shadows
Listening in silence
To my footsteps in dance
Watching in silence
As my lips hum
To the sounds heard
On a Tuesday summer night

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