The Dancers Redux

even in the night

blue skies boogaloo across electric horizons
& the hands of the clock sometimes find
themselves mesmerized
by starry eyes bearing witness to happy feet
movin’ in a mood indigo
as we discover ourselves in each other
inhaling our hearts’ beat
black in blue shades in physical embrace
memorizing the footwork
of the hoofers whose choreography
of ad liberated movements
along with the hornucopia of words & sounds
from imagineers of pyrotechnic
tones, is our souls’ fusion of excursions
through the continuous lens of consciousness

exposed by the light.