Dance

iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 11.10.04

Dance to the silent wind
the rustling of the leaves
my feet
shuffling, sliding
all across the eaves

Dance down the ghostly streets
the flutter of a bird
my mind
whirling, still
to the silent dirge

Dance in the moon’s sad light
amongst the whispering stream
my soul
longing, reaching
in another’s dream

(incomplete)