Dancing with time

Strange the way time passes
like a dance that keeps changing
Sometimes it's a slow dance
sometimes a hip-hop
At times it's a break dance
I long for it to be a ballet
like Swan Lake where you get intoxicated
by the music and forget yourself
where all you see are what you want to see
the colours that are deeply vibrant and brilliant
in how they are different
and howthey blend into hybrid tones and hues
One day time will stand still for each of us
Until then, I just want to learn to dance
a ballet and paint a dawn or sunset
brush in hand in a mid-air twirl
round and round spinning into space