We dance under the evening sky
cover our heads as raindrops fly,
paint the surface with silver streams
till all is glowing, flowing dreams
reflect our lives in misty tumble,
affect our brains, bodies stumble,
then both the air and our thoughts clear,
we dare to dream, to banish fear.
This is in response to the Secret Keeper’s Writing Prompt.
The prompt words were: Paint/Clear/Dare/Cover/ Dance
I wrote a poem of 4 rhymed couplets, 8 syllables per line.