Faery lights like stardust
scattered on the grass;
every living being
from all dimensions dance
in homage to the light.
Who needs sleep
when energies run high?
The morning bell peals,
heels click, feet stomp,
menfolk and womenfolk dance.
An occasional hand on the rump
or on a breast,
the dancers never rest
until the night falls.
Here and there
a wild beast calls.
Another short night,
another long day,
in another long year.
By Daniel Kolos
June 21, 2002
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This poem was accepted for publication in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine and appeared in its premiere issue, Winter, 2004, on Page 37
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This poem also appears as part of the Twelfth Key, a Pendas Poets Anthology, published on-line by My Town at
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November 10, 2004