Midnight's Sundance

Beneath the hush of a sleeping sky,

Where whispers trade with stars on high,

The moon uncloaks her silver flame,

And night begins its gentle game.

Barefoot shadows start to weave,

Through fields of dreams they never leave,

Each heartbeat drums, each breath ignites,

A waltz of souls beneath the night.

No sun to rule, no eyes to see,

Just twilight’s hush and mystery,

Where hope and hurt together blend,

And time forgets where it all should end.

A lonely dancer turns in flame,

With silent lips that call your name,

His feet kiss the dust, his eyes the stars,

He spins between his wounds and scars.

For love once lost, for dreams once planned,

He moves with ghosts that understand,

That even sorrow learns to shine,

When darkness tastes like vintage wine.

So if you wander, cold and late,

And find the moon your quiet gate,

Listen close… the sky may hum,

Midnight’s Sundance has just begun.

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Author's Note:

Months ago at midnight, I felt a sudden rush of joy that made me want to dance. That was when the title "Midnight's Sundance" popped into my head.

‎I tried to find the right words but couldn't. So, I gave the title to a friend, and he hit all the right chords for me.

‎This was what he wrote.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.