Dark Dancing Poems

The stars in the sky throw a party at night
A million twinkling points of light.
They come and invite me as a guest
To witness the dance...

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With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on...

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The Revenant pt. 2 - Leviæthan
 
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Gusts thump the windows,
Never seen, but always heard,
Hastening to meet the tallest oaks,
Urging them to sway, bending,
Leaning as if to waltz this way, that way,
Wherever...

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Where darkness bleeds its prayers
Over my spirit, blinding me
With the illusions, the images,
Blurred visions of yesterday, betrayed
By the silhouettes of promises,
Unafraid of the cool, clear...

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When dancing Earth's tribal rhythms
natural seasons
light and heavy step
steeped nurturing intent
anxiously dark
anticipating bright
natural exotic music
dancing muse content

While singing deep spiritual
reasons
for light and night,
glad and sad...

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Stretching forward, 
To test the ice,
I pull back, 
Scared the ice may fracture, 

Scared I might fall into, 
The cold dark, dreamless, 
Abyss below. 

Turning...

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Is our love a dance macabre? 
A dilly dallying with death? 
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love? 
Will it last?  Will it end?...

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When spring arrives,
A group of flowers enjoy
Their countenance and
As the day grows older
They lose their incandescent looks.
If they could know the collapse
Before the begetting,
I hope...

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I was a creative choreographer, for superb Broadway musicals and plays,
As musical winds choreograph motions, throughout any of our rosy days.

I lived for charms of...

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The air is filled with love and peace
There is no darkness or sadness or grief
There is no need for worry – no police
The heart isn’t...

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October is Dancing 
she is a trap of joy for a mark
to those tunes tapping on line
stepping out in her black
before the white for a...

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your eyes, black diamonds as dark and potent as your soul
your skin, the color of your sandstone mesas
your hair, a sacred silky, shiny, black mane
stranded...

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It’s an interesting thing that little children do,

Catching fireflies in a jar not thinking it through.

They cover the jar and tighten the jar lid,

Placing it...

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Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way,
Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars.
We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars,
Once clean grub tins and...

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