Moonlight Dancer Poem by Pierre Rausch

The spring showers were far from over
that's why your story is so great
As her fingers drifted toward her shoulder
The one in precise balance with the other

Would be of concrete style
Not that I am complaining
Set on four foot high, six foot square
I've always wanted to go to Sweden

A styling brush to manipulate
When darkness comes I feel compelled
Had set her up in grand style
Fallen into exhausted sleeps

Would be of concrete style
Not that I am complaining
Set on four foot high, six foot square
I've always wanted to go to Sweden

The job also called for a video camera
Something that is absolutely wrong
Slow movements, swaying in long
Her hand slowly came out of her jacket

Would be of concrete style
Not that I am complaining
Set on four foot high, six foot square
I've always wanted to go to Sweden

Would be of concrete style
Not that I am complaining
Set on four foot high, six foot square
I've always wanted to go to Sweden