Tag Archives: dance

Like Gravity

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orbiting

You draw me towards you
like gravity

the pull is
irresistible

floating in your orbit
around you
above you
below..

celestial bodies
dancing
gracefully

my planet
circumnavigating
your sun

my moons
orbiting
your planet
in synchronous resonance
like Saturn’s rings

But I fear the impact
of the
Crash
of the
Falling
into
you

℘

Let’s Keep Dancing

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“Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions 
with beauty.”

~ Rumi

waltz2

♦

I had a dream that we were dancing
and because I didn’t know how to dance,
you asked me to stand on your toes..

Hand in hand, feet on feet..
..  you led the way
and we danced the night away..

I asked you if my feet were hurting you..
you gazed at me and smiled–
a sweet, subtle, tender smile.

˜

The next day, I told you of my dream..
you listened,
and you smiled–
a sweet, subtle, tender smile

“Lets keep dancing… I like you on my toes”
you said.

Wanderers In A Field of Flowers

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“Behind the blood-stained curtains of Love, 
there are fields of flowers where lovers wander.
…
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.”
~ Rumi
Image

A girl once wandered along a field of flowers, feet bare
Carefree and unafraid of what she might encounter there

She knew the thorns she removed from her staunch heart
were the launching point, from the point of depart

With the promises that come with the freedom of wings
that portend magical Hope and other beautiful things.

She stopped in the midst of flowers abounding
held out her arms to soak in the sun’s rays astounding

Her head raised high, her eyes serenely closed
no more tranquil an image could have been posed.

♥

Soon thereafter, a feather from the heavens fell
suddenly appearing, as if cast from a spell

It gently danced and glided, sought out her hand
as if searching for a warm place to land

A feather of the most vibrant hues
like the flowers; reds, yellows, greens and blues.

No sooner had the feather ended its flight
there followed a most ethereal sight .

It was the most exquisite bird,
and suddenly,
something within the girl’s staunch heart stirred.

♥

On her outstretched hand, the bird gracefully landed,
peered into her soul, her attention it commanded.

Resplendent and fine, its feathers in all those dazzling hues
like the flowers; reds, yellows, greens and blues.

She could not help but caress those fine feathers,
as she stood amidst the irises and the heathers.

The bird sang a melody so sanguine and so sweet
only briefly it lingered in sorrow,
a song reminiscent of times long past,
and a subtle promise of tomorrow.

♥

As the bird then moved to the palm of her hand
its beauty, a stunning mesmerization;
the awareness that it may soon fly away
was a sudden and terrifying realization.

She held it with care, grateful for each moment
treasuring each offering like a gift from a lover
Is your heart here to stay, she wanted to ask,
or does it belong to another?

You are not from this place, she thought to herself
You belong in paradise, your heavenly abode
Are you visiting, dear wanderer? Or lost, searching for home?
Still pursuing a path along your designated road?

How easy it would be to close that hand
hold the exquisite bird there forever..
It would sing to her every day,
A bond that would not sever.

But love is not of a forced possession
In her being, this she knew.
That vibrant light would surely dim
There would be no more vibrant hue

♥

And so she wandered on in the field of flowers,
towards the blazing horizon of the dusking sky.
The majestic bird perched upon her open hand
as it sang the songs of days gone by.

Fear remains, along with many thoughts awoken
they set behind the fiery orange-crimson sun,
they hide behind fragile promises spoken,
and gold-gilded intentions begun.

Twilight descends, infused with the disquiet dark brings
accentuated by the stillness of night..
‘but the morning brings strength to her restless wings*’
and Hope, emerges with the Light.

 

*Jackson Browne