Smiles
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
eyes
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
smiles . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
alive
–
–
across
.
t
h
e
.
skies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
alive
–
–
across
.
t
h
e
.
skies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
starshine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
danced
alive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
danced
alive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
We
danced
alive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
across
.
t
h
e
.
skies
.
o
f
.
starshine . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
beneath
those
–
–
breathless
nights
.
o
f
.
wine,
–
–
rhyme,
.
a
n
d
.
exhilarating
highs . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ beneath
those
–
–
breathless
nights
.
o
f
.
wine,
–
–
rhyme,
.
a
n
d
.
exhilarating
highs . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
time
.
w
a
s
.
blind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
lies
.
w
e
r
e
.
kind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ Yes,
time
.
w
a
s
.
blind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
lies
.
w
e
r
e
.
kind
–
–
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
spinning
lights . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ beneath
.
t
h
e
.
spinning
lights . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
–
–
–
those
breathless
nights
.
o
f
.
wine,
–
–
rhyme,
.
a
n
d
.
exhilarating
highs . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ those
breathless
nights
.
o
f
.
wine,
–
–
rhyme,
.
a
n
d
.
exhilarating
highs . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
where
smiles
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
eyes
.
w
i
t
h
.
the
smiles . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
alive
–
–
across
.
t
h
e
.
skies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
alive
–
–
across
.
t
h
e
.
skies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
starshine.
Reflection: This is a reflective poem looking back on the days of youth where everything was new and in bloom. I wrote most of this poem by listening to the wonderful, haunting gem of a song “Disco Girls” by Glosser which I played repeatedly in the background to create the “moodset” for (and inspire) the writing of the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.