You see me
dancing through the street
singing of blissful merriment
to the strangers of the night.
Dancing through the streets
I see wonder in the childs eyes
also fear
fear of the unknown.
Singing in blissful merriment
the couple join in
youthful years long ahead
the dream in their eyes.
To the strangers of the night
I sing my praise
swinging in the circles of a one person waltz
waiting for someone to dance with me.
11/13/12 7:25 pm
How do you like? Dedicated to ArseSOM3 for the first comment on my story. Thanks!
I was thinking of swapping "person" (stanza 4, line 3) with "woman" your thoughts? This form of poem is called a retourne. Thanks for reading, first to comment gets a dedication!
~SR
