Dance Until the Wind Stops

“How can we know the dancer from the dance?” ~ William Butler Yeats

I fingerpaint cracked plaster

with yesterdays’ broken hearts

thinking one more drop of blood

won’t splinter my tears.

dance until the wind stops

dance until the clock spins unwound

dance until lonely doesn’t wear heels

The dry ink of lists wallpapers hours.

Tomorrow is a thief stealing starlight

from Tuesday while I plant worry.

dance while the butterfly still enchants

dance while dreams still have names

dance while your lungs still remember to breathe

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Real Toads ~ Chandelier