do you see what I see?

Do you see what I see?

There’s something special in the air. 

In the center, dancing figures, amidst 

the blank and haunting stares.

Do you see what I see? 

In the spot where the sun meets the trees, 

in one hand, a sparkling red flag ripples through the air,

and in the other, rosary beads.

Hands intertwined, of various size and age

to celebrate the sun and this time of day,

the trotting life forms, joyous rays

In the center, smiling faces

What surrounds is not the same

still, one must not look away.

I stand in the margins, for

which way do I lean? It’s

easy to be right where I am,

but the center’s where it beams.

A reaching hand to bring me in,

to which I let it ride, i say 

i do not comprehend, the music 

moves on, crashing through, 

rapturous, gleaming tides.

The second time, I am reached,

and this one pulls me in.

A gentle dissolve upon the meeting 

of our skins. The rhythms changed,

the dance is new, there’s something 

I don’t know, but at the time, hands 

interlocked, I see all that remains. 

New hand, new faces, 

we move a few paces

music’s going, leave traces

look around, history’s graced us. 

Do you see what I see?

If so, maybe you’d be dancing too.

They say the dead are in their graves,

but it’s the alive that look rather blue. 

The living dead, they celebrate

arms lifted, feet flew.. 

What prevents the rest of us from living like that too?