Monday, December 3, 2012
There is a whisper of something in the air,
a hint of magic from a time long forgotten.
Was it sultan girls swaying with zills?
Or could it have been my imagination?
It's so nice when the wheel spins,
and shows what hides behind the shadow!
Was it a light reflection in the evening?
Or was it really your soul in the window?
The endless love of Luna and Sol
turn day to night and back again.
Was it a promise of eternal love?
Or was it our mortal misconception?
Hearts of ice warmed with fire
discover old ways replaced by new.
Bleeding souls merge to a sea
flying free and flowing true.
I offer my soul and hand in dance,
let us seek the sacred truth.
Was it a kiss ‘tween wind and flame?
Or a misunderstood swaying of two?
Let us seek this dance…
© Dec 3, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo is a random internet find