Slow Dance

Slow Dance

Circles held together in graceful repose
Against a misty morning sky
Feathers reach to hold the wind
Of uncomplicated raven’s cry
Syncopated into lover’s breath
Expelled in blissful sigh from heaven’s lonely depth

Nature’s fire compels the temptress
Swirling in a never faltering abyss.
Captured, calling, scratching, falling,
Entranced by folly’s never ending kiss.
Spirals down into darkness, into nothing’s empty trance,
Undone only by one captivating, tantalizing.. slow dance.

Detained by only injury and wound
The scars so cleverly concealed,
A champagne eruption, emotions explode
Tingling of sorrow and distance, though little revealed.
Bubbling open the darkest, deepest flight of regret
Over an ocean of timeless lust for pleasures trapped inside fate’s unforgiving net.

Take me in, gentle swaying, slow embrace!
Persuade me float from side to side,
Drifting upward on peaceful current
Solemnly slipping from the edge of mortality, as eternity’s bride
Singing true the only song, caroling clear and low, ‘Why?’
Calling out the raven’s cry, the only song I know.