Sunlight Dances The Most Playful Tango

drumroll,
please. wet, cold candy,
clinking up
these bare stairs
a sweet pitter patter of sublime
primitive rhythm,
sunlight dances,
the most playful tango,
blue green gold,
slowing, almost halting,
dancer growing weary.

glimmering sweet,
crack crack,
old mischief returns as
clack clack
faithful gravity assists,
electric smooth color,
stronger than before
digging into the bony white walls,
twirl spin,
flying now, tremendous speed.

noise fades.
glass drums come to rest.
eyes as the door creaks.
little one,
finds his little treasure,
swallowed by a warm cloth bed.
they continue now,
subdued,
still presenting the show of light
in the pocket
of the old soldier’s jacket.
fallow music of days now gone.