Light and Dance

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fazeel on 14:45

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Light And Dance

Light dancing through the window

wakes me up to another day?

to be passed in full consciousness

of the seconds the minutes the hours?

the day?sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,

the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.

I forget what is timeless,

what is the color of the day;

the only things I produce

are digestive enzymes and semen.

Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.

The night that escapes the day

and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork

as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,

the appreciation of the morning alarm

increases as the night draws close.

But the minutes and the seconds dance

in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train

sitting beside my pretty child,

my sweet one, I hold her hand

and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies

we dance till the last muscle burn out

and she falls down before me,

I?m still strong and young,

I carry her in my arms

to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.

This poem starts the countdown

from 30, and I?ll be gone

leaving behind the hatred for the day

and submission into the night

my pretty child, my sweet one.

The hourly gongs sometimes startles

me in the morning I?m just awake

shaking dreams from my hair

writing the poem.

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