Dance of Souls
Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks
I breathe in And catch a glimpse
of the dancing, bowed bodies.
They perform a graceful ballet,
like arrows shot from an archer’s bow,
they leap, breach and roll.
Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands.
I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”,
like the “Dogon” stories portray them.
Did they once have legs instead of fins
and can we really be their children?
Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us;
Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life?
He won’t be silenced again
after all, he swam with the dolphins.
Could it be the magic of the dance that heals?
Odd, that they are always there when needed
And can transform a stagnating life
into a miraculous moment of rebirth!
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