Dancers In The Dark Poem by Butch Decatoria

Nocturnes wide awake
All the days inside
Infant dreams

Nightly flights
Til morning blush
Strokes the twilight brightly

Blindly painting
Colors never before or ever
Since seen

But in slumbers' deepest wish
These high-noon deserts
Brimming white Heat

Waves of ether
The ethereal bloom
Light defeats none but we

Moon with scars
Cat-calm Cool
Turquoise pools reprieved

Vast and fastidious
Chinook whirlwinds
Climbing the on-coming storm

Dreamer maelstroms
Fearless babes we embark we,
Dancers in the Dark.