Round

Like a Shaman,
I shake the tree,
I dance beside her,
she dances beside me,
in the centre of a square,
of family and friends,
though plenty of space,
for centre stage,
the beginning of time,
a coming of age,
filthy and hot,
we danced such a lot,
through lack of sleep,
excitement grows,
a need to find answers,
to what nobody seems to know,
or was it that I  just wouldn't listen,
so determined for my own version of events,
I rest and restart,
somewhere near the beginning,
the strangest thing about this very moment,
is that in the context of infinity,
it may have happened infinite times,
I do still enjoy pretty pleasant colours,
and all manner of intriguing and exciting things,