Dancing On Sand Poem by Wesley Mincin

Dancing on Sand

Like a flock of colors that spin and sway,
they dance against the moon of night.
India's nymphs perform ballet.

To watch these pixies is quite a sight.
With passion do they move with grace.
But to stare would not be polite.

To lust these women is a general taste.
But all we see are arcane eyes.
Colored veils conceal their face.

I could watch these dancers prance all day.
To have just one would be a prize!
But could I have one? ...nay...

And so I'll watch them spin and sway,
and love their dancing from night to day.