Lights, Rings, and The Air

The lights glitter and the rainbow nears
I see the light that seem so near
I bow with greed but stand with dismay
As I near the geared breasts

The stoned heart the no regrets
Keep the story covered and untold

I feel that I rock, rocking I swing
The breath I take keeps me away

The gulps of sweat the parallel dismay
As I weep the ring turns

The ring turns with edges lashing
Sweeping the edges of the table
Flat surface has its way through a purposeful discussion

Balances, given the rocky hands
The stoppage is care that takes the scent to stop the misunderstandings

The situation needs to be forgotten as the ring needs to pass through
It needs to keep its ground intact
For the misunderstanding was the fault of the air

As the air pushed through the gaps as the ring swayed
The air became the keeper as it was from the beginning