Some dances allow travel
into dimensions not spoken of daily.
They create a joy with never ending
laughter willingly rejoicing.
These dances visit eternal avenues
where feet are simply vehicles
of knowledge touching every living
body of water, moon and planet.
Your dances trample flowers and
lay mountains into crushed stone
as other blossoms follow more colorful
and alive in sun and shadow.
Sweet dances sow the seeds of
hilarious despair and joyful weeping
with the smell of roses and lilacs
exhilarating your conscious breath.
from Bringing In The Sheets (2012)
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This poem has a beautiful rhythmic flow and fine sentiment. It's going down in my favourites' list. Brilliant work.