The Love Dance
I am in the centre of a thousand clover gazes, the flourishing vein-
On a dark, star fish pressed leaf. An ivy infant in a world of moss.
I slam my heels beneath the lantern kindled roof, shuttered from the rain,
And pass my elbow to a coal stained hand, we dance in the symmetry of a ribboned cross.
Amongst so many merry hearts, we sail down the wooden path,
Fringed with curls of laughter and pairs of withered hands that birth this love song.
Clapping together beside the trill weaving of the whistle's nectar laugh,
Side stepping down the clamour of captivated lovers, twisting through the throng.
I have fallen into the lover's spectrum of emerald waters, the lily spray on opal hearts,
Cleansing us both in a fall of moon dappled lace, frayed with the spark of rose thread.
The sun pours honey down onto our sweet, young souls. Blessing us in the sky's roaring arts,
For the sky is the sea and the sea is the sky! Dance with me! Dance until dead!
With music to embrace our shamrock hearts, we will delve into the waters-
The crystal marine sheets of thickened brine, o'er parchment fingers, locked in white spray.
I am the swiftly sailing maiden, the young heart of seven sun caressed daughters,
In this jubilation of brilliance I shall honour my father, who blessed me on this day!
Joyous, joyous are we beneath the bruise of thunder on a rolling sky,
Beneath a dew paled, amber cut sunrise that grapples for us in her locket of awe.
From the wondrous flames of autumn canopy, to the rippling waters of July,
I fell swiftly into this dance of love, bounding over the oak cut floor.
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This is really really really good
Keep writing, and I think you should songwrite too. If you are a god singer... Wow. Or if you're not just get royalties for writing songs. =D
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