Are we the builders of a grand place and the ancients of straw homes in tomorrow’s futures? Often music calls a spirit to dance ‘round a late night fire somewhere in distant time—We began before the stars—And together we melt into the mist…
Fire and shadows cross a sky
Color moon of blood and gold
Simple songs and thudding drum
Stars light up another home.
We move by wind across this place
In sunlight waves and dancing twists
Of silver rain and stretching space
Ship’s gentle streaks in skies of grace.
With muted voice and silent rooms of
Blood touched throat and emptied tombs
Bridge walked toward and skylight’s scream
By taking flight and falling dream.
Warming suns of days ago
With salted mist and taste of tongue
Lights of passion—times of rain
Wolf cries shout of sands and home.
Across this universal stretch.
Window shine in candle’s light
And let us touch another peace
Of safety sleep and lover’s reach.
Echo starts and rising moon with daylight noises coming soon. Cross a spinning place of dare in city soft and city fare. Of touch and flesh and us tonight—As we begin this dance of light…
And! Beautiful you are…