The Dance

Droplets of sorrow drift slowly away; 
Numbness setting in, 
Laughter went missing, 
Trees sway to the songs of songbirds, 
While the cool summer breeze blows by. 

Drowning in yesterday's love begotten. 
Sea of mindless chanting begins, 
Winding and swaying to summer's song, 
Skipping through maniacal imaginations. 

Laughter soon comes in, 
Wildly unhinged, 
Inhibitions fall to the ground, 
Naked unsettled, and wild, 
Dancing under the moon. 

Forever dying, 
Caressing silver Tins. 
Holding that human carousel, 
Hysteria controlling, 
Unleashing chains. 

By: Bernice Bowling