the lizards that dance

what dance moves

in the dark?

I read moonlight pathways
lizards are sleeping
rhythms in captivity

dreams relative to light
masking rivers with gondollas
birch trees swaying
burst into flame-colored roses
flooding earth with pedals

the lizards are dancing
quietly beneath the moon

don't be afraid to lose them
falling into your own dreams

rippling water reflections
capture moon and imagination
sailing infantile triage kisses
down reptilian spines

I lost my reflection
in the rippling motions
entrancing abstractions
into tranquility

the lizards are dancing
and I'm staring down
into the night's well

it feels alive and ancient
like the bright sky
but the murkiness grips me
without reservation
I delve down

the night is silent
yet I feel its rhythm
rising up steadily

the lizards are dancing

all around me

and my dear
the night is so young