brightened with pure light the water and the grove
standing silent and tall –
and as melancholy as the twilight woods,
drawing nigh, his scent fills the night air,
imbued with a earthy sensuality as wild
as the oak and mysterious as the moon-lit grove.
A fragrant moon, luminous
in the darkness of the velvet night-sky sends trails of
moonbeams that map our destiny together,
when we are entwined in a timeless moment among the
constellations, their music is sad, and bittersweet,
constellations, their music is sad, and bittersweet,
dancing barefoot on top of dewy grass
nimbly do we pass the place
we lived when we were young
and the tender stalk
that never bends, and yet...
that never bends, and yet...
In the face of adversity our dance
does not break we learn to bend,
Dancing in this passionate storm,
through sacred groves and ancient orchards,
we move with the flow
on the currents of grief and joy,
on the currents of grief and joy,
separation and union.
Our energies mingle in a flow and fury
in a dance of tension and passion,
masculine and feminine moving
to perfect harmony in where
all things are possible
where past and future meet,
where past and future meet,
Passing yesterday into the new day
with the dimming Milky Way, we move through
the darkness toward the sun’s first rays,
the darkness toward the sun’s first rays,
in the morning light may be seen
where the night before we have been.
where the night before we have been.
This loveliness we share what pleasures can compare?
We danced and played till dawn,
Take my hand. Let's dance!
Fin
One Shot Wednesday - hosted by Adam Dustus
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