The Ancient Dance

23 05 2013

Love still speaks and ever flows, in places where the lamplight glows.
It walks in colors through my nights, indigo fires burning bright.
Speaking in tongues of beauteous things – harps and crowns and golden rings.
Though love lies sleeping, in my dark, it starts such fires, with it’s spark.

Meadows bristling in the winds, that come from where the tale begins,
long before this mortal cloak, found the words it glibly spoke.
Eons passing on the shores, where faeries dance  forever more…
upon the beaches, where her sieve,

forever takes… forever gives...

Be still…  the beating of this heart, aware of how the legends start,
where heroes stand and villains fall, where brave hearts yearn to heed the call,
of timeless unions, living still, amongst the bones of our free will.
Though ages pass, this will not change, our fate is ever, rearranged…

Destiny… Desire…


the love his flesh and spirit want,
sowed in clouds

the lamplight glowing –

planted seeds of barely knowing.
The union of his thoughts and actions – camped apart in separate factions.
Together… when they have the chance, and join once more, the ancient dance.




4 responses

24 05 2013

Fabulous! Your words make my heart and my soul dance, how well you weave your magic. Thank you for this.

24 05 2013

It’s always my pleasure, especially with ABFAB comments like this one. Thank you!

24 05 2013

You are welcome!

24 05 2013

Reblogged this on Diary of a Person Being Human.

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