Dance On Ice To Ride A Missile

Dance On Ice To Ride A Missile

A Poem by Scott Lee

We could dance on ice to ride a missile

use that precious moment to slide across the glass

a chiseled dream we made from accident

 

circle the dance floor

 move in like assasssins

break out and scatter through the masses

find your way in closer to the speaker

to feel a shower of beats and rhythms

close your eyes, let go,

snowflakes invade like an army

go down further to recieve it

 

there is magic in the free fall

and powdered diamonds in her hair

You didn't think I had the guts to do it

but I moved in quick as spider

and enthralled you with my snare.

 

Her smile alone was a living poem performed with utter magic,
 her eyes broadcasted perfection that sizzled in the stars,
she turned jagged lines into daggers,
 i was lost in every movement and cradled heaven from afar.
 
we could dance on ice and be a missile
not one word spoken
12 songs later,
we could intercept destruction with this moment and save somebody with angelic care.
 we'll move like secret magicians, cast our spells into the air,
we'll send our love out silently in order to kill despair,
 we'll dance on tables, rooftops, sidewalks, streets, and chairs,
anything you want as long as you hold that stare.
 we'll dance till morning if we have to,
watch sun rise take our dreams if i could somehow give you everything would you stay with me? 
 
we could dance on ice to ride a missile
strike hard to feel the blast
 
give to me your star light and with it,
illuminate these fields of sullen grass
and
watch my expression brighten
 
I want to slide across the heavens
dance on ice to ride a missile
and sizzle in the stars
sizzle in the stars
to learn angelic language
and broadcast it from afar.

© 2013 Scott Lee


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Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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