Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Private Dancer
Playtime.
I am a dragonfly
Zipping through
The sunset
In a private dance
I dare not repeat.
Lace wings,
And I am a god,
Though not THE god
But playing
The role as though
Auditioning for life.
In the wind,
Chimes
Throw ringing
In my ears to
Spin me off
The earth.
I know better
From great
And when I fall
Into the graceful
Fingers of slumber,
My journey ends.
Expectations
Rip holes in
My wings,
I now dance downward
And flutter
Like a heartbeat,
Upon the frozen
Ground, my
Breath, faltering.
When I am
Dancing in
The spirit world,
I will have become
Mortal.
11-18-09
I am a dragonfly
Zipping through
The sunset
In a private dance
I dare not repeat.
Lace wings,
And I am a god,
Though not THE god
But playing
The role as though
Auditioning for life.
In the wind,
Chimes
Throw ringing
In my ears to
Spin me off
The earth.
I know better
From great
And when I fall
Into the graceful
Fingers of slumber,
My journey ends.
Expectations
Rip holes in
My wings,
I now dance downward
And flutter
Like a heartbeat,
Upon the frozen
Ground, my
Breath, faltering.
When I am
Dancing in
The spirit world,
I will have become
Mortal.
11-18-09
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