Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The valleys of the moon will shine sublime
And stream across a crystalline lament.
In limelight spirits dance upon a shrine
Translucent moving through the monument.
These thoughts transmit organic elements,
Kinetic visions weaving through the line,
Behold in flux the face and form defined
Once more disguised as fair by space and time.
Each spirit rises turns and bows in fine
Intrinsic rhythms which the dancers find
Through touch--to feel the rhyme inside–
Essential when their bodies intertwine.
Their moves are bolder as the globes divide,
They tap the stairway coiling by design;
Mere shades, they seem to quiver with delight
As slipping past that coil their souls take flight.
(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved 2011