Small Stones: Extended Remixes #3

A longer version of the small stone originally posted on 4th January.

I sit beyond the darkest edge

of the dance floor;

beyond the coloured confusion

of the lights;

beyond the possibility of notice

and watch them.

Within the room the dancers

move to the beat;

the lights paint them in shifting

random patterns;

their clothes, their hands, their faces

in spectral spectrums.

The darkened ballroom windows

reflect the lights

but do not reflect the dancers

solid forms.

They become spirits in the night

as I become a ghost.