Isolation by Tatyana

Among the sparkling clouds
And rainbow lights,
Our people dance in shrouds
Of colors bright.

The changing atmosphere
Above, below.
They shift and change in here,
Some fast, some slow.

Their dancing, their freedom,
Mocks existence,
For I can not join them,
Ever, in dance.

Shunned for a flaw, not choice,
I watch without
Forever denied voice:
Silent, a rout.