Dancers in Masks

April 10, 2011 at 2:15 am (Poetry) (, , , , , )

The moon in the sky was shrouded in mist

And the wet earth barely felt her rays.

The dancers came out with their glossy black masks,

They reveled till their cares were erased.

And under the trees with the fog closing in

They met their true selves in the damp.

Beneath the dim stars they tossed away those masks

And left that dark dance to lead a joyful tramp.

The dancers cleared away and the dead trees sighed.

The mist began to clear and lighten the earth.

Yet there in the stillness was one unturned mask

And the dark side of the moon was never unearthed.

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September 2, 2010 at 6:55 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

The days when we drew breath so soft and sweet

Have long gone in the dark and complications

The simplicity, the serenity were once around us

Now they are lost in the midst of complexity

Where is the seamless ease?

The silent pools?

The light?


What is done cannot be undone.

Only forgiven.

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