Dance in the Night

Jittering dance of light and dark,
the jabs of motions,
frantic flow of hitch and start,
the dervish jolts, more dash and retreat,
more scuttle from the murky edge,

more hasty mash of shapes and lines,
they will not stay, they will not still,
they have no time to tarry.

These umbered sprites,
these shimmered dabs,
these moonstruck shadows of the credulous leaves
….that are tempted to live
……..by the mischievous wind in the night.

 

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© 2015 Richard Carl Subber

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Muse of the Daylily
to my child