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Archives For Word
On Writing And Its Woes
A Refuge
I miss you in your casual beauty
in the way your feet trip lightly
over frozen earth
an arc of trees overhead
Your fingers and lips
woven with mine and
our breath dancing like smoke
in the winter sky
Above our heads the stars
are like pinpricks of diamonds
and all around us waits
the silence of the city at night
This one was written on May Day of this year. It was supposed to be the first piece in a project of May/Beltane themed poetry and music. That project never got completed. This poem was meant to accompany the video for “Another May Dance”.
A May Song
And another may dance
And another may sing
And lonely in the square
Little girls spin and twirl in rings
And another may dance
And another year turns
And are we not aware
Of the things that we still must learn
And here in this forgotten wood
And here in this burning air
And here in this cyclone of seasons
The feathers catch my fall
And another may dance
And another heart breaks
And slowly we'll dance there
Until the sun and dreamers wake
Here is the video for “Another May Dance”. It is also on Vimeo, if you prefer that route. If you like it, it would be nice if you would to subscribe to my channel on YouTube, Vimeo or both.
