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Time Dance

The meadow is happier when lovers dance over.

A stir rustles lithe as wind,

Bearing whispers soft as light,

Enjoining tugging tenderly,

Out from depths beyond my reach,

Drawn sweetly by a touch-less kiss

Brings me forth within my breath.

A greeting, gleams like morning dew;

“Take my hand,” ignites my touch.

I see, I feel, and sense anew.

You are my Morning; begin my day.


Fleeting there amidst the forms,

Glimpses out of ether worlds,

“Let not the stones of tedium,

Obscure your way to higher spheres.”

And so my vision disrobed of weight,

Reaches for your floating hand.

Now freed, the toil seems but a dance,

Rubies rise from ruble strewn,

Against the dearth upon the road.

You are my Day; sustain my tread.


The cool dismisses heavy heat,

Evening ousts the blinding gleam.

New eyes discover clarity,

Amidst visions unseen by day.

Promise speaks from shadows now,

Your hope flows forth from every side,

Waiting but for my return,

Igniting languid weary limbs.

Your mystery enjoins my being.

You are my Twilight; redress my wrongs.


Light no more constricts and binds,

Darkness unveils infinitude,

Stillness resounds through hollow space,

Soundless are the purest tones.

Sanctum of the midnight spell,

Hollow of purest inwardness,

Untainted by the dreary hours,

Breath upon breath, sign upon sigh,

We dance there where the stars are born.

You are my Night, my search sustained.


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