Poetry
A Warriors Cry
A warrior cries out for battle is near, sweat drips as he tastes truth on his lips. It is bitter and salty, reminding her of death. This cry is full of shadows yet there is a brighter light, of which she follows. Instincts must be trusted, strength of spirit unleashed. Some can withstand the force of this power, others are flattened like the fields of battle. The darkness awaits and the soul shines its beacon. A warrior tests his strength to see what this light is really for. |
The Dance of Light
A stranger breathes life into me, there is heartache as my lungs expand. I am drawn into a dance, away from my lonely journey. Who is this wayward traveler swirling in the starry dance of light? The billowing of leaves rise up and fall softly to the ground. Seasons change no matter what you do, we’ve all been traveling forever. The earth sings us a song of movement, spinning us round and round in her loving embrace. I’ve been in this room before dancing with the shadows of my soul. How could I have forgotten this? Yes, the lights changed colors in the night and the shadows m o v e with the m o t i o n of the music playing. My heart pumps its rhythm, my spirit sings its song. Let’s all dance together in this lonesome journey. Take my hands, so I know you’re there. Twirling in time that moves in space, no one knows unless they open to the visions. The singing spirit and the rhythmic heart, together telling us a story of lifetimes. Let the shadows dance in the room with you. They have been here before, yes they have been here before. |