Dance

In this dark hooded sky,
The stars are dancing with opaque
With the mistakes our eyes make
When light tricks our shades
Of day
The way movement accumulates
through the distance of space
is beautiful,
to say the least
often wondering about the way our limbs can follow hymns or glory
our bodies tell the stories
our lips dare not
fluid movement hasn’t always been
the first thing I think of
when I wonder about the warmth of love
but after seeing these stars
dance
I know there are answers
Above
The illusions of grandeur we have