Snap! Go the fingers,
summoning a swirling, curving, whirling
mass of colour
around the feet well travelled.
Calloused hands link together
as the dance begins,
a lively jig of forest sprites, glow-worm bright
against the night.
The crickets sing, violin strokes,
The sighing breath of sparkling eyes
soars up towards the turning skies,
heart a thump, dervish motion,
drinking deep a blissful laugh.