In dripping caverns kept;
Embraced by endless liquid night,
Never marked by linear spite.
Ten thousand dancers held,
In filigreed cages spelled;
Stances paused mid-flight,
Never marked by linear blight.
Ten thousand drummers bound,
In shadowy graves of sound;
Beating drums pulse in mime,
Never marked by passing time.
Ten thousand dragons banned,
In furnace fires fanned;
Breathing slowed, hearts aflame,
Never marked by the Father's game.
Embraced by endless liquid night,
Never marked by linear spite.
Ten thousand dancers held,
In filigreed cages spelled;
Stances paused mid-flight,
Never marked by linear blight.
Ten thousand drummers bound,
In shadowy graves of sound;
Beating drums pulse in mime,
Never marked by passing time.
Ten thousand dragons banned,
In furnace fires fanned;
Breathing slowed, hearts aflame,
Never marked by the Father's game.
Silence.
Thunder.
The Earth
shatters.
Desperately dashing; to oceans they take.
Liquid night melts to golden glow,
Sunlight pours into the mind, time's found in the flow.
Furiously flitting, they dance in the roar.
Forever in motion, they waltz with the wind,
In various forces givers of life, time's all a-spin.
Rupturing earth, the drummers break free;
Loudly lumbering; to mountains they flee.
Drums crashing deafening rhythm and sound,
They play the heart, time moves in the ground.
Searing fires quicken, the dragons breathe;
Molten hearts, all knowing fire in quiet eyes,
They ignite
the soul, time's all a lie.
The
elements frolic.
The Earth
lives.
*RhiannonOset* © 2008
*RhiannonOset* © 2008
