Come Dance With Me
You've given in my dear.
Given in to the hisses
Allowed them to deafen your eyes
To the view from the mountain tops.
They've left you ignorant, my dear
To the fresh breeze grazing your cheek.
Your running feet echo through hearts ears
Come curl your toes in the sand
Lift your palms to the sky.
See what you can do?
Unhindered, boundless, free?
Leave those barred teeth and naive words.
Quick! before you are plunged
Daughter, come dance with me.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Feet run cold on crackling leaves
In between birches standing erect.
The sun stands still as it watches her dart
Past sentries guarding centuries.
Clad in winter worries and silver spoons
She runs from snakes and wolves
Snakes and wolves with their payments of compliments,
What do they want?
To stop her in a tangle
In a mad subjection to the very thing she fears.
A naivete that threatens to quell
Her thinking heart.
So she keeps running, at least
Until coils drag her blindly backward
Justifying childish forgetfulness.
Left in limbo