Poetry

[Nabil Naser]

Here comes the dancer
Jumping and strolling
Wobbling like a baby

Legs and arms talking
Never saying more
Than perhaps and maybe

A mask of emotions
No one can truly see

Here goes the dancer
Spinning like a star
In waves of ecstasy

Banging at doors
Stomping the floors
Of alternate reality

Like magic
He disappears
Then suddenly reappears
Just like me

NN