Banisters, spiral stairs--
Ancestors descend in pairs
And dance floors fill.
Fingertips touch, disappear,
Leaving glows --
Each slowly rises.
Chandelier of swarming
Stars grows overhead.
We appear, see what we
Are and will be,
And dance here.
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I'm crying. It's weird. I just read a post about sacred sake over at 'Through the Sapphire Sky' (you can see it on my blogroll) and tears felt imminent. This impeccable, impeccable verse did me in.
ReplyDeleteExcellence in poetry. I have no other words.
ReplyDeleteWow...
Wow...
Hey Geo! This struck me as curious subject material, but you had me at "ancestors descend in pairs". Nice work, Sir! Indigo
ReplyDeleteLoving you thoughtful poetry, Geo, see you again and thank you. Carole.
ReplyDeletehello! je n'ai pas tout compris! mais c'est beau!
ReplyDeleteSuze--Yes, I visited and found sacred sake most moving. And I permit tears here.
ReplyDeleteMichelle--Thank you! I am rejuvenated by double wows!
Indigo--Most kind and yes, they descend in pairs.
Carole---Always overjoyed when you visit and comment! Thank you.
Gwendoline - Je comprends seulement que vous m'honorer de votre compliment. Je vous remercie.
You have merged the art of poetry with science in a beautiful manner.
ReplyDeleteSuccinctly superb!
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