waltz mote

I watched
for a time

I had to choose
among the colours

among the drifters

amongst the rhythms
that moved them
the lights
that illuminated them

I had to choose one
that was pretty

and then
I joined in

we moved around

we shone
and we sparkled
and around

we danced

around and around
around and around

the last remaining
on the dance floor
one more twirl
in the light

then we parted
and the music …

© Frank Prem, 2017

December 2017 Poem #34 hidden

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