The Dance of Life
by puredawn @ 27 Nov. 2005 - 11:18:41
I ran so fast that I almost fell over
Made all my choices, Saw clearly the way
The dance that is life with her dainty hand beckoned
Her colours so vibrant, Unable to fade.
Of silver and gold were the rings on her fingers
The softest of leather let feet celebrate
The rise and the fall of the breath in her body
The drape of the fabric a madrigal played.
In mystical spirals her hair polka'd waistward
Revealing, concealing a hand that would ache
To hold in the palm all the fruits of the harvest
To sing all the notes of the song that she made.
Yet the greatest of all was the truth in her eyes
The fulfilment of every dream's efforts to pray
Defiant of word, separated from body
I watch, I wait, I participate.
