2/28/12

DANCER

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sky layer
where a solitary dancer
once commanded a terrain of clouds
upon which
a ballet of sylph innuendos
that took shape
as enchanted whispers in orchestral formalities


cherished
the obedient choir
uplifted the movements without question
the wind bowed
and rendered its heightened treble
snatching away the voice of sirens


chosen,
to dirge epitaphs in natural time
the illusion of a firmament
was realized and understood
and together
in heavenly halls unseen
the philosophical waves of fate descended


rays of ethereal benevolence
swept as wild fire
a new intellect was proposed and sought after
gutters became the urn
for those with suggestions
and all who heeded the unknown trance
spoke in majestic notations
maestro compositions with tongue as baton
they where given there own layer to control


hence
taking there place
in the celestial opera
eternally to recite
in the form of musical vibrations


and with pitch
that emanates from the neither world
they still look to the dancer for guidance


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1 comment:

Solace said...

The innuendo betrays the force that moves from afar.... the draw, the capture, the breaking free.... movements from beyond that beckon in the scream sylph ecstasy and erupt through the amps powering your voyage.... awesome write... inspirational.

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