On Sacred Strings

in a dream that hid but never died
that then began when darkness lied
we danced unknown across the skies
right beneath the demon's eyes

and we danced unto the fervid tune
to the rhythms of sun and moon
and the strings of our great fortune
but fortune faded all too soon

and then the sun did rise once more
and love came knocking on our door
for us to dance on heaven's lawns
across the skies like sacred pawns

arise my dove, let your feathers fall
let our graces astound the one, the all
as we take once more our sacred bow
and dance once more, to heaven's vow...




Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-09 at 22:47

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John Ashleigh
Outstanding. I cannot beleive the purity of genious emphasised in every word you have written. The poem flows from the tongue like a river downstream. It is beautiful in its dark form, and its light form. Perfectly balanced with its vivid imagery. Thankyou for sharing. You inspire me.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-10