Dancing Dust Poem by Flade Scharn

Standing on floor, beneath a window
With arms touching nihility and figure covering light
Burst as fresh branches, waved as butterfly
Perfect circles were painted on the sky
Till the end she nodded, with legs shivering
Only expecting for a slight glimpse
For certain moment, halo poured in
Heavier than sum of being and soul

Showing his indifferent, critic turned around
With lips plying up and nose pouring sigh
Struggled as residual flame and slipped as die
Fatal hurricane was brought out from void
Till the last she dropped, with eyesight fading
Only falling into those lost realms
For scream throttled, echo shuttled in
Dissolved into darkness that never dispel

Now curtains are open, dancers have come
With their fluttering skirts and tapping pace
Since their confidence and joys are set
And sheer ignorance of their prospect