The stippled light from window
Dapples movement in my mind
Its, tiny shadows radiate
Dancing closer as they bind
Like a prema-ballerina
Lady radiance, pirouettes her feat
Tiny snips of light, sparkling as she
Flexes limb and slender fingers
To the music's bracing beat
The curtains billow in the breeze
And suddenly, her company is there
Like swans, their nimble movements
Seem to float on transient air
Tiny steps in time, then ever bended low
Their arms and pointed toes
Sweeping gracefully
To ensembles, ebb and flow
Melding to a figure
Of a life so incomplete
Silhouetted furrowed brow
Face drenched, in life's defeat
With torn and heavy clothes
He lumbers, counting hours of time
Wishes, melting onto pavements
Soul, beseeching the sublime
Again, the scene before me melds
As dancers, retake center stage
An audience behind them now
Cheers and roars its praise
Suddenly, the clouds outside
Steal light, the dance is stayed
Left, with only fading images
Of the wonders
Lights portrayed
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