I always seem
to lose myself
in the clouds
the towering
ever shifting columns
of ashy smoke
how they dance
in the morning sun
like the memory
of an almost
forgotten ballet
unfolding in front
of my drowsy
mind. the dancer
enters stage
left. with the
grace of an angel
she slowly
glides across
the stage, presenting
her dress of
rose petals to the
mesmerized crowd.
she flares under
the spotlight of
center stage, extending
her arms to
the rafters
before slipping
across to
the midnight
curtains. leaving me
alone in a dark theater,
enchanted.
to lose myself
in the clouds
the towering
ever shifting columns
of ashy smoke
how they dance
in the morning sun
like the memory
of an almost
forgotten ballet
unfolding in front
of my drowsy
mind. the dancer
enters stage
left. with the
grace of an angel
she slowly
glides across
the stage, presenting
her dress of
rose petals to the
mesmerized crowd.
she flares under
the spotlight of
center stage, extending
her arms to
the rafters
before slipping
across to
the midnight
curtains. leaving me
alone in a dark theater,
enchanted.
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