The Dance

The Dance As moonlight sifted upon the grass And stars shimmering in the dark I watched him walk into the arena Slowly he began to danced His feet moving to the beat of the drum And the soft chanting of the singers The fringe on his regalia Flowed outward in the breeze His face raised to the moon A hint of a smile upon his lips Eyes shinning like fire light He danced dipping high and low Twirling and whirling round and round One leg in the air the other stepping down Does his feet not feel the wet grassy earth He dances unaware others are watching him I take a drink of water to wet my parched dry lips As I sit and watch with awe and wonder Soon what was one in the circle grew As other men silently joined him Around and around they go in the circle Lifting themselves high Letting no dust gather under their feet I watch as my heart pounded in my chest My breath came faster with each of their steps My mind began spinning around with them I wondered if they could continue on like this Then the drums and the chanting came to an end Then their feet once again Stood firm on the land.