Reflections
On a ceiling
Scattered
Jaded memories
Melodic music
Floats
On the balmy night air
Bodies
Swing, and sway
And in disarray
People move
With the groove
Green bottles
hang
Not from walls
But from the ceiling
Are very appealing
Yet remain still
Unmoved by the beat
That throbs
At my dormant feet
Whilst a shaggy dog
With a bow
Seemingly in the know
Watches all
Whilst perched upon
A pale green wall

by Jemia