Young lady under the lampshade,
Move a dance for me this night.
Pretty faded dress rounds your twirl,
So delicate with daises amiss.
Angry man shouts but still you smile,
Full of form, in step and in time
I hear you sing under your breath
When no one is watching your twirls.
But the silent night hears so much
It preys upon we who sleep well.
Why is life so good I ask you?
You dance on despite all of this?
I imagined your life one night
Of nights lit only by the moon.
In a bed by your side I dreamed
Dancing and singing at your side.
Your life filled with songs of joy
Mem’ries keep you warm in the dark night.
I too want dances at your side,
Call out and wave the world goodbye.
What else is there to claim for me,
Happy and content from your shade?
The mem’ry of people I knew?
Shoulders so delicate and smooth.
You a fiery explosive
Dreamy girl who twirls the night away.
- 2001, Gisborne