Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Sun-filtered Dancers

The lawn is lush
As the music calls the dawning
Dew-softened dancers
Movements ushering the morning

Don't know where we'll be tomorrow
Could be here but could be gone
Whether heads of joy or tails of sorrow
First got to get this day done

The sky is stalled
As the music lifts the afternoon
Sun-filtered dancers
Movements spinning to the tune

Don't know where we'll be tomorrow
Could be here but could be gone
Whether heads of joy or tails of sorrow
First got to get this day done

The wind is wild
As the music rushes in the night
Moon-speckled dancers
Movements glisten in starlight

Don't know where we'll be tomorrow
Could be here but could be gone
Whether heads of joy or tails of sorrow
First got to get this day done

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