I walk the path, soft crunching underfoot, this journeys destination only ever death, yet still I am drawn onwards, inspired by inspiration to keep moving.

Nature feeds upon itself, bright energy given up to offer flight to that which must remain and keep on travelling, sight and insight on the meeting of that which was, which is, and that which is to be. Pleasure and pain in endings and beginnings unfurl. Honouring the sacrifice through living.

Life upon life, organic adornments, natures fashion drapes and curls upon the bodies bare

Dark and light dance and play upon the ripples that are time, seeming to divide yet really only passing pieces of a movement of the same breath out and in

The spaces seem to be as real and solid as the places, growing up to stand before the vista,thus carving up the space into a set of spaces

Water endlessly kisses stone, embraces, caresses it away in a torrent of enthusiasm. Stone willingly surrenders.

Cheek by jowel bursting with a zest for growth an ever reaching up, to become as strong and tall and you were made to be

Lapping becomes overlapping, rhythms woven through the fabric of the dance, pulsating draws magentically ever nearer, hypnotic merging and revealing continues to entrance

Author: Loreleila
Keywords: there should be poetry category Loreleila
Added: April 29, 2008