Words move and dance

Like shimmering beams

I know all is not what it seems

For they move in such undelightful grace

I know not where or is their place

Then all at once as if by chance

Change their charismatic dance

Which has left me in such a trance

It continues in far advance of all

The things I can enhance and leaves

Me feeling in Wondrous Joy

Of that beautiful rhythmic Charville boy