One's Arm

Rectangular frames rotate clockwise in my head
images within them of yellows, blues, purples and reds
colors are mixing or standing alone
lights that are flickering, growing dim and unexpectedly they glow
Dancing silhouettes join in on the show
Each one on a journey, each one on its way
twisting and turning, reluctant to stay
where they have been, not more than a day

Let your feet rest, let your arms hang
lay on your stomach and rest your head
Let your weight fall all on One's arm
Let him take you to your destiny
no need for luck, magic or charms.