THE DANCE

THE DANCE

I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

In the evening when dusk came to call.

The cat’s soft purr said all was lost

So I danced to the rhythm of the coast

The living lost their allure

The land was no longer enticing

Whistling winds failed to reassure

Entranced I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

And the soft dust caressed my feet,

Urging and teasing me on from deceit

The sweet night breeze, a flute from the sea.

I danced with the pots of the genies

While they clapped their applause for me

I danced with the glee of a kid

To tunes that made me truly freed

I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts

We drifted away from the shore

On a flimsy dhow or so I thought

To music that kept hold of the heart.

But there was neither music nor dhow

I was all alone far away from shore

I danced to the rhythm of ghosts

I danced to the rhythm of the gone.

©davyvivaldi 2012