On
glass they were
They
dance
On glass
leap
and twirl
Among
scattered shards
Their tattered feet
Barely touching down
Whole
worlds scattered
At
their feet as they twirl
They dance
As
if that was all there was
They dance
As
if nothing stood in their way
As if nothing
As if
Whole
worlds at their feet
The
shattered remnants
Of normal lives
Scattered
as if by a strong hand
A madman’s hand
Steady
Look
at them twirl
As
if there wasn’t a care in the world
As if
They
dance
Chris
McQueeney 2/11/15
1 comment:
when all else fails...dance...
it is freeing to the soul...and even among the shatters...you feel a moment of reprieve...
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