Tuesday, April 14, 2009

the dance

flying high above the trees
through the clouds, upon the breeze
iridescence shines on wings of night
creation calls to propel this flight

power and strength in one wild voice
as moonlight reveals the only choice
and spirit invokes a new inner space
freedom inherent in its embrace

this dance with death will carry on
to the sacred rhythm of nature’s song
from sky and earth hear the cry
no longer watching life pass by