Dead leaves dancing, <br />to ghostly silent songs, <br />circling their maker, <br />in sporadic silent swirls. <br />Like muted tribal dancers, <br />around a fire. <br />Motionless the audience, <br />move within their minds. <br />Different thoughts all <br />dancing to the same tune. <br /> <br />A heavy sigh from deep <br />within the sky, <br />a rainfull of crusty crisp <br />leaves shower the carpet <br />below. <br />Severed from their source, <br />the leaves join the <br />circling show. <br />Motionless the audience, <br />move within their minds.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-leaves-dancing/
