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Click hereDancing wildly
beneath the eclipse
of the October harvest moon.
I throw wide my arms
in worship,
drinking in the stillness.
The only music
plays in my heart,
and is accompanied
by crickets
and rustling grasses.
The only light
that of the stars.
The only audience
a startled rabbit
who fled at my approach.
To untrained eyes
I seem to dance alone,
but whenever
I dance,
in noise
or silence,
you will be there.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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The joy of solitary ritual captured well and released beautifully. I love this.
...spinning you around and pulling you close.
You never have to dance alone ;-)
That was really beautiful hon.