Sunday, March 13, 2011

Spirit Dance

Wash me clean
And I will spin in travelling pastures
Silvery
And silent to the common ear
How loud it rings
Percussion of my spirit
With tiny bells
From heart to fingertips
And I will spin in the blue blades
Sleeping wildflowers
Pretending not to hear
How loud this wind
That carries me
My steady drum in the distance
Black tree smiling with spying owl
And I remain in splendid company

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