I lie awake and watch the flowers dancing on my wall

No one has told them they are “wall flowers.”

No one has labeled them, 

Or given them a name at all.

And so, not knowing how to behave,

They dance, as long as the moon is full

And shines through the roses

And honeysuckle vines on my porch,

Casting these lovely shadows to dance

On my curtain, and book shelf,

In my room.

-jenn