The Night Dance

When the night falls

And my head rests on the pillow,

I see shades of rainbow

Dancing on my walls,

Inviting me to join them.

 

To sit up and throw the blanket,

To jump out of bed and loosen the robes,

To dance around the next room’s carpet

And cry, “I’m alive!” in satisfied hopes.

 

Lifting a leg like a ballerina

And holding up myself in the air,

Pretending to be held by him,

He-who- was-never there!

And cry, “I’m alive!” ending the despair.

 

To take another leap

And then to take those turnings,

As time goes on mourning;

While transforming the virtual to real

Time? Huh! It’s deliciously surreal!

 

What if there was a huge palace

Standing erect on my bed’s mess?

What if there was a vast lush valley,

Right under where I kept my key?

 

What if there was a villain

What if there was pain?

But then what if there was a girl

Who helped his goodness to regain?

 

What if there was a place

Where I could be free?

What if there was no one

To despise and rebuke me?

What if I was a bird?

Flying to different states

Where traps aren’t laid,

To capture me and jest?

 

What if –

 

Then the night goes down

And out comes the sun

I get up from my bed

Preparing to run;

Without fun; yet again.