Muted dance

Spirits rising behind
Hazy hot summer screens,
Windows smoky
Life obscured
The dance moves on
Just two entranced in their moment
Ghostly forms
Envy fills the eyes
By what the artist saw
In creating the masterpiece.
Did they smile
Looking lovingly in
Each other’s eyes,
Were they close and consumed
Of the motion of passion
Did they notice the artist
In shadows
Taking a piece
Lonely man in quiet corner
Observing the dance
Of love.
Un rehearsed, they move back and forth
Falling into tempo
With the simple staccato beat
Of the sultry music
Alone they weave their spell,
To the watcher they enthrall,
Beauty painted for permanence
Love maybe temporary at best,
Or just partners together for this solo,
Walking away
Their separate paths
Into the cool of evening.

9 thoughts on “Muted dance

  1. They don’t… It was just my idea machine at work. It’s a perfect night here. I hope for a few more, but every breath is a miracle, so there is beauty in each day anyway.


  2. That would be great:) I did not know they did that:) you also and a beautiful Sunday . Finally hit a stretch of gorgeous weather, if only it could last:)


  3. You are welcome. Maybe WordPress will sponsor a writer’s convention one day, and we will have the chance to meet in person. Enjoy your night ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. Ah, I just supply words, someone else gets their fingers dirty with the art medium:) quiet night looking at beautiful artwork and letting the head spill images:) thanks Laine ๐Ÿ™‚


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