I dance on the fringe of madness
beneath reflections from the mirrored ball.
Vacillate from joy to sadness,
hope, to the futility of it all.
Music moves me in unseen ways.
In one moment smiles, in another tears.
Cool jazz notes, and then ballads play.
Songs that speak to my soul, and have for years.
In my mind I am transported
to a time and place not of my choosing.
Fields where we danced and cavorted,
and gave away our hearts without losing.
I would remain here forever.
What use is my sanity without you?
But my madness, much too clever,
insists that’s not what you’d want me to do.
M. Zane McClellan
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