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Dancing Light


by


Mya McMillan


I wrote this comepletely at the spur-of-the-moment. If you hate it, I don't want to know. Copyrighted 1999 by Mya McMillan.


Shining! Light! A fluttering of silver wings!
Dancing--a figure dancing!
On leaf untrembling.
Music! Pipes! Pipes played unseen.
Sweet melody, wild tune
Fills the air.
Figures of light!
All around, dancing to the pipes.
Wild dances. And we are in the middle
Of the ring.
Flashes of colour. Wisps of hair.
A smiling face with starry eyes.
Sensations, sounds, and sights
To fast to catch.
The Faery dance.
But no. They are only sunbeams.
The pipes the sounds of bird and babbling stream.
We are alone. The shifting sunlight and leaf-shadows
On the forest floor our only company.
Did we really, for an instant
Catch a glimpse of something so otherworldly?
We cannot remember. Only shadowy wisps are left,
Like something from a dream.


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