Circle stage – A Daydream
On a record player, as
we spin,
Or in the dazzling
lights, transitioning
dim, “Follow through
and dance to me”
Follow this unreal
melody—
As we spin, the stage
circles faster,
Maybe waiting for a
lovesick disaster,
Still unhinged by the
shine on stage,
We melt in these
melodies so strange.
Melting alright—we
catch no breath,
Falling into each
other as the sound
progresses. Drowning
and diving, right to come back
to shore, We merge
enough to not be
separated
anymore.
Clap and claps by the
audience,
The center stage is a
fading
presence— The curtains
fall, we don’t slow.
The music paused, we
create our own.
We hum and dance till
we fall—
Even when we fall to
the lows,
We fall into each
other, and the light
again glows. Again it
repeats, the circle stage,
Again we dance without
hesitation,
Circles and curves,
lining through,
We follow the sheet,
as symbols too—
Jumps and sway we
do,
Because in my arms, I
held you.
No thoughts, no
dialogues,
No sounds from the
audience.
It’s not a show we
portray,
It’s just our natural
existence.
Lines and hymns pass
us by,
It rings again in our
ears, so light—
Something of a murmur
inside,
While there are dimmed
lights.
Again it stops, the
sounds do—
Not us, we are still
flowing to.
To a sound that
exists, not on
stage, But in our
iridescent ways.
Serene, this scene, a
beautiful delight— The
audience stays,
watching as it comes alive.
The sparkles of this
dimmed stage— Now roll
out of our
minds.
The audience enters
this world, so strange,
Sees how it’s
bedazzled with memory lanes.
As we dance, they
follow us,
They dance too—it’s
melodious—
Melody not existing
outside of our
ears, I dance to this
with my dear.
Flowy dresses and
shapes we take,
Feelings overwhelm the
stage.
Teary eyes and sobs we
hear,
Feelings too much to
ever blandly
appear— Emotions wild,
they dance with us,
They flow in these
memorized lines and curves.
Audience tired, soon
enough,
They stop following
us.
To us, it wasn’t an
issue,
We dance like we
always knew—
Without breaks or
pause,
Again no breath to
catch,
The audience fades
away—
And they disappear
into black.
Back on the circle
stage,
We repeat this story
anew,
Newer audiences—
With newer
views.
To us, it is our only
memory,
For once we danced,
till a forever
reverie. Fading and
fading, everything to dim—
The lights, the sound,
and our
own hymns.
The flow breaks—we do
pause,
And with no song
anymore.
Breath not caught, I
lay so still,
Once a daydream, a
ride for thrill. No
more movement or
curves to be seen,
It was the end of my existence— And
this very daydream.
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