DANCE

tHE MIRROR OF MY SOUL

REFLECTS DEEP WITHIN MY CORE.

DANCE WITH UNCONSCIOUS ROOTS

FROM THE MURMUR OF BLOOD IS BORN.

 

A MOMENT CAPTURED IN TIME,

EXPANDING RAYS OF LIGHT, SPACE,

SOARING BEYOND EARTH'S GRIP,

IMAGINATION TAKES A VISIBLE PLACE.

 

AN INNATE FORCE THAT IS RELEASED,

COMMUNES WITH GOD AND TRANSCENDS

LIFE'S TRIALS AND JOYS, SIMPLY BECOMING

DANCE, THE ESSENCE THAT MY HEART EXTENDS.

 



 

 

AN EMPTY STAGE

 

COILED TORSO, FROZEN ON AN EMPTY STAGE,

A LIVING SCULPTURE TRAPPED AND PLACED

WITH NO GOWN OF TULLE TO HIDE HER AGE,

BUT WITH WEEPING KNEES BELOW HER WAIST

 

FRAMMED IN LIGHT HER INSIDES GROAN,

WITH PENT UP PASSION POISED FOR RELEASE.

SHE NOW WAITS LONG AND ALONE,

FOR RHYTHM TO CARRY HER INTO PEACE.

 

BUT, I REMEMBER HER UNENCUMBERED

PRANCE, SO LIGHT FOR ONE WHO WAS HELD DOWN

BY UNFULFILLED DREAMS REMEMBERED,

FLOATING ABOVE HER TATTERED GOWN.