I need to Dance...

I need to Dance
I need to move, the move
Of raindrops
Enormous advances I'd put along,
in smoked shades of dim
in blurred cotton.

Dissolving suns sublimed
o'er dew dropped takes off.
Sentimental songs
on each artist page,
energetic rain and red hot sun arranged.

I need to move, the move
Of raindrops
While you play amicability,
on the harp.
When like the breeze played,
in my chestnut hair.
The tiptoe of the rain,
bringing youth recollections
of crisp mud alive.

I need to move, the move
Of raindrops
The performance they perform in chuckles,
of the youngster nextdoor.
I recollect the dry avenues,
the thirst melody of the kuckoo,
lips dry without you my affection.

Gracious! How I wish,
I could move, the move,
the raindrops moved.
To extinguish that thirst of musicality,
My cherished I need to move.