A Night Dance

by Mira   Jan 20, 2011


A dance, gentle, slow, low and quiet, into the sleeping nights
Sleeping nights with rains of cold liquid drip, drip, dripping...

Whose breath is that I hear?

It's only three in the morning.
Only three in the morning.

And night still dances in the rain outside the window, beyond the sill.
Drip, drip, dripping...
Earthy, dark, coffee, grass in the dew
Spring showers make mud

Who just said something? Who just touched my cheek?

It's only three in the morning.
Only three in the morning, I thought I had slept.

Gentle tapping at my window
Wet, moist, dark, dark, dark smells
Rain dances on the window, on the door, on the floor

Puddles? And footsteps? Who is that?
Who is that?
Who is that?

It's only three in the morning. It's only three in the morning.
It's only three in the morning. It's only three in the morning
It's only three in the morning?

Under dark covers, dark covers, shiver.
Drip, drip, dripping...drip, drip
Rain on the window, on the door, on the floor, on the...

Under covers, under covers, shutting eyes, shutting eyes.

Rain dances in the night, on the window
Whispering, whispering in my ear
Of dark words and oh, God,

It's only three in the morning.
And someone brushed my cheek.
And nothing's in the room.
And water's on the floor.
That's because it's raining.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
On the floor.
On the window...

It's only three in the morning.
Oh, but please, God, let it be four...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Very good, Somebody is scaring themselves with their own imagination, so that they cannot sleep, Is it somebody alone and not used to being alone? All usual sounds are amplified through fear.
    Nice pace, it goes fast then slow then fast. Good use of imagery to set the scene.
    regards