Dance of Joy

DANCE OF JOY Empty empyrean cold. In the dawn the sun pours in the vacant ballroom of the night sky - the dark blue then the light blue then pink and finally the glory of his white life, as the small nightlights of stars disappear in his filling warmth and the void of night flows with the sound of joy. Then move the plants, crawl the worms, run the children, revives the earth to turn another round, spinning in circles around her partner. The clouds join the dance and the waves in the ballroom of our planetary palace as our world is silently whirled. Joyful dancing beauty and fragility - Elegant, peerless and graceful. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck Entered in Nette Onclaud's contest LET'S DANCE