A dream when a second of movement always on then off,
A poetic movement of a slow dance.
Missing frames casting dramatic sequences,
I too, feeling composure.
The dancer closing her eyes,
Long hair swirling a circle,
Missing frames making her dancing longer.
She is dancing without music,
On a room with silence,
Maybe the music I hear was from her body breaching the air.
I forgot how to name any color.
This missing frames couldn’t be fixed with any mind,
So I can only enjoy the missing seconds and frames.