Untitled, written while supposed to be writing an essay.

[jaolianas]

Dance with me,

you whisper,

and so I take your hands,

giving myself to you,

letting you lead me.

We dance through time,

from wild rain-dances,

sun-dances, buffalo-dances,

prayer-dances,

to the great swinging circles

of village celebrations;

from the Morris that

welcomes life

to the other Morris

that must be danced in balance.

Box-

Comments

[_beryl_]

thats really beautiful.

[raven_wings_]

Completely lovely.

[isilwenmacar]

That's so wonderful. I love it, especially the 6-11th lines. I'm now going to read it again.