Dancing Under a Purple Sky
The sky is afire with purple flame
and it burns right into your soul.
The music is flowing and swaying
and throbbing, your hips begin to roll.
Release inhibitions,
let the sounds set you free.
Shut your eyes on the why-nots
it's time to be.
Jump, crawl, run, chase
wiggle and writhe.
Move to the melody,
body so lithe.
Sink deep in your muscles,
flesh holds you tight.
Reach out with your spirit
It's time to take flight.
Live in the moment,
in the rhythm, the beat,
Twirl 'til you're dizzy,
Kick up your feet.
Sweat on your skin
lets you know you're alive,
Blood pumping, legs aching,
it's time to take five.
Night air, cool and moist,
grass damp 'tween your toes,
Thirst quenched, breathe in,
Feel how the energy flows.
Fields for your frolics spread
'neath the night purple sky,
but the dance calls you back,
it's time to fly.
Music still spinning
you pick your pace:
slow when you're languid,
fast to make your heart race.
Alas, quiet comes,
no more rhythm or beat.
The hour's grown early,
It's time to retreat.
The sky is still purple
as you drive away,
but you know that next week
again you will play.
Home to your bed
and pillows so deep,
rest well and sound,
it's time to sleep.
- by Laura McGregor
