my Beloved sings
as my dance unfurls
for him alone.
trillium,
fresh-faced flower
nods along in time
the apple tree’s gentle mosses
sing the harmony
tadpole provides a liquid descant
as i spin and whirl
the glimmering light of ages
flying from my shoulders
fingers glowing
overflowing with the amber
of purest love
he strikes the drum hard
my foot strikes soil
roots are strong again
again the drum!
left arm flies,
bold to the sky
fingers curl and open
as flowers bud and bloom
i dance for the God
who loves me
I dance to mend the sky
the five-colored patchwork of tomorrow
requires decisive movement now
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