Sad ballerinas dance
in burning fields
all night long,
trying to forget
the people they love.
Writhing in ecstatic trance,
they move in perfect sync,
in burning fields
all night long,
trying to forget
the people they love.
Writhing in ecstatic trance,
they move in perfect sync,
a gift attained,
from endless nights
of unwanted practice.
All night, all night
they dance…
exposing wounds,
revealing hearts
and provoking
the disembodied souls
who weep at humanness.
Although no ever sees,
they dance, sensually,
beautifully,
from endless nights
of unwanted practice.
All night, all night
they dance…
exposing wounds,
revealing hearts
and provoking
the disembodied souls
who weep at humanness.
Although no ever sees,
they dance, sensually,
beautifully,
all night long
performing to music
of forsaken dreamers.
performing to music
of forsaken dreamers.