The Dance Of Lights Poem by Elaine Oxamendi Vicet

I watched the circles move from a mysterious source
on yellow painted walls.
I turned to see what could cause this dance of lights and
noticed it was the sunlight peeping through the leaves of the orange tree that near towered over my window.

I smiled and watched as the circles flickered and danced.

Please keep dancing don't stop; I thought!

The light was persisitent as if in answer to my wish,
and created more images on that yellow painted wall.

I smiled even wider!

I moved my eyes as if for the first time across my room and noticed
that chandeliers of lights had formed all over my bed and my room.

Reflecting I wondered as I asked myself;

'I wonder how many little things I allow to go unnoticed.'

Dance lights,

Please don't stop!