An ancient pedestal standing in the middle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stars shining like beautiful gems high above.

 

 

 

There blows a gentle evening breeze.

 

 

 

A circular field enclosed by trees.

 

 

 

Where people dance moodily in groups of threes.

 

 

 

Swaying to and fro to the rhythm they love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful mountains rising off in the distance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The trees are all tall, majestic and evergreen.

 

 

 

A mist rolls in carrying a scent quite sweet.

 

 

 

Beads of dew clinging to the dancers feet.

 

 

 

As an unseen, sighing chorus keeps the hypnotic beat.

 

 

 

As they dance tonight on this night of dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Clouds of evening grays wrap around the clearing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tendrils of light spew from the pedestal weave in and out.

 

 

 

Beads of light explode silently into the air.

 

 

 

Landing gently or floating lazily as if without care.

 

 

 

The clouds shine golden and thin like strands of hair.

 

 

 

And still the groups dance throughout.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A stunning flash and theyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re gone; like a dream.

I'm gonna post in your thread. It has no posts. How sad. It was a fairly nice peice of poetry.