Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Sonnet for the Dancer
I was taken back to the beginning,
When fires spat our dreams far into the night,
And the eventide tallow was melting,
And the streets were empty, and the houses quiet.
A time before words, a priori to
All knowledge, save that of fire and hunger,
For they remain unsatisfied and true,
Their origins in a world much younger.
Watching you dance, on the scarred vinyl floor,
Your weight, a shade of vermilion light
As something unnoticed, yet not ignored,
A dolphin leaping, an eagle in flight,
All part of the one, universal song,
An endless dance, where each of us belong.
©DMM
Photo by @chippercentral
