"Listen"
as her heart sings
ambivalence
resounding like
angels sighs,
her music transcends
poetic beauty
and spills over
her cup brimming
with woes and woos
and whispered names
she used to know of pain
never called them friends.
She dances like a dream hazed
with no definition
a ringed reflection on water
streaming like sun
through trees
dances past your consciousness
in slow motion fluidity
slight to touch
careful to contain
twirling silk temptations
drawing you deep inside her
womb
left you breathlessly abandoned
but not alone.
she dances like a mystic wind
on a misty eyed morning
jealous with no leaves to flutter
terracotta stains on her feet
bound aimless
and soul searching
for somewhere
heavenly harmonious
finding joy in the many layers
of life peeled away
in the ripe offerings
in the hushed translucence
of her dying past
you witness
her soul surrendering
to the joy now free
in the form and motion
that your eyes have been
so blessed
to glean.