through passion (hey!)

the world was built from passion the dancers rose up out of the centre red-sheathed and entwined emerging smooth from the living orange to swirl around each other blended in motion ta-ra-ta-ta tara-ta-tata-ta-ta ta-ra-ta-ta he bent her backwards her hair fell low in it’s wake a forest ta-a-ra-ta-ta they kicked out together and where their … Continue reading through passion (hey!)

a call: a dance: here again: gone

she plucks on the strings of the lapis-lined harp fills the air with the song of summoning first the right hand then the left she plays through long hours of darkness and the call wells up transforming into joy when a slender hint of crescent becomes the lunar form returned a greater presence each night … Continue reading a call: a dance: here again: gone