when they danced

Looking out over these night time fields- Lights hover low like prison watch- there are no bars here- no serpentine fences captivating dreams- only open roads and suspended smoke- I can spin dizzily for hours watch the horizon be broken- shattered by mountain tops- tell me about the olden days- about ancient ways- getting high on steam from boiling rocks- as our people danced magically around hero flames- delirious now- my words fall from tired hands- I'm still spinning- yet- the party somehow undertands- that though I may never be understood- they want to able- to tell the world that- once upon a time- they knew me