With a Smile, I Drown
His hands touch my mind
On one and three time
The rhythm needs no rhyme
I'm speechless
Primal movement and sound
Fill him like rain
Until spirit drips from his fingertips
And his feet leave the ground
With a smile, I drown
Ancient Ageless Euphoric Divine
Known to my ancestors
As one who gives feet
Instinct to dance around
The great Pagan fires
Power taken to tenderness
Through sacred circles
Soft eyes
Silence
I know where he's been
I know where he's going
And I cannot follow
This troubadour
With Thor's hands
A Wonder
A Light
A Man
(from Mythos)
September7, 2011
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