Dancing alone

Tap my shoulders and hold my hands
Don’t leave me alone
Because the moon hangs like a ball
And I fear the engulfing dark
Around me if I must dance alone

My blue bird
My own blue bird
Just descended from the clouds
Where it has been colouring
Its colourful feathers.

My blue bird
My own blue bird
Invited I to a party under the blue
In the moon lit night
Started they and all
In pairs except the pear tree

He dances alone
To the melodious blowing wind
From side to side, its dancing rhythm
Which is heard by the leaves
Dancing to the created echoes

But on its branches hangs
Memories of the past:
How the blue bird has
Sat and leaned against its trunk
Completely drawn in thought with the dance.