Wednesday, September 15, 2010

In the twilight by the river’s edge,

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,
what choice do we have but to dance...

                                                                                                                                                                                                  Moments of wordless rapture 
when we are entwined in a timeless moment among the
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...
 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, 
 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,  
Passing yesterday into the new day 
with the dimming Milky Way, we move through
the darkness toward the sun’s first rays, 
in the morning light may be seen 
where the night before we have been.

This loveliness we share what pleasures can compare?  
We danced and played till dawn,
oh let’s start afresh and pass 
this way once more….

Take my hand. Let's dance!

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