The Dancers: A Terzanelle Of Reflection Poem by Joshua Swanson

If only you could hear the people sing,
And dance throughout the long and lonely night,
When joy and sadness seem both to take wing,

And hearts and fancy both break out in flight.
Up in the air they leap and skip and twirl,
And dance throughout the long and lonely night,

Made lighter by a fiery touch or glance,
That sends the dancers out together where,
Up in the air they leap and skip and twirl,

And spread their laughter like a childs prayer,
Begging a kindly god for one more day,
That sends the dancers out together where,

They laugh and cry and sing and dance with others,
Who spend the lonely night at dance and play,
Begging a kindly god for one more day,

To sing and dance and while their time away.
If only you could hear the people sing,
Who spend their lonely nights at dance and play,
When joy and sadness seem both to take wing.