"Her Dance"
She dances round the apple tree
world spinning at her side, her
hair weaving with the wind
she dances, twirls and spins.
Through the orchard of barren trees,
a thousand souls buried there.
She dances her dance of rhythm and grace,
she dances her dance whilst hiding her face.
She dances through the moonlit dusk,
runs through the forest night,
making a home in this land of sighs,
making her dreams fall into her eyes,
like flower petals falling into a dim-lit pool.
She bathes in the tears of crestfallen angels
born into darkness.
She bathes in the breath of seething demons
howling at the edge of the fountain,
waiting for her golden promises.
Waiting to fulfill their obsessions.
She dances in the falling waters,
dances in the nothing-matters
Dancing eyes red with light,
she dances in the bitter night,
kicking back his navy blue lies.
Running past the broken stones,
running past the bricks of old.
Living in the land of loss,
living where hope met frost.
Living within his cold embrace,
she killed death on their wedding-night,
she kissed his face and stole his scythe.
Blood on her gleaming wedding gown,
she tore it off to the ground,
She dances to her mind's content,
dances with the demon’s soul,
dances with the angels old,
she dances with a fiery bold.
She dances round the apple trees,
world spinning at her side.
One last hundred million sighs,
And after she finally closed her eyes,
She dances."Running"
There is something about running through the forest,
that lets all of my birds free
to fly wherever they shall.
And see whatever they shall see.
my hair blessed with leaves,
and resin cutting my ankles as I run.
whisp through the forest, my dress of sun and silk.
I am able to forget all behind me, forgo
all my burdens,
forge love with the tres, tall and singing, songs of soldiers
keeping time
stacking boulders to build mountains laden with gold.
I listen to their voices
strong, high and unending.
the wind is their breath, my face framed with gold
feels everything, everyone around me in the forest.
but no other child of eve runs with me,
for I rip those tags out of my heart
and throw them behind me.
I am the forests child.
I am my own child.
I am the child
running, dancing, singing
with the chorus of the trees
striding through the broken plane and forgetting to stop.
until I reach the clearing, broken by stones of old.
the graves of those who own my veins
who ate the fruit and drank the sea,
and lived their dying destiny,
of having no fate.
the memories of old guard my breath,
as I vow never to vow.
but to live a life of running through the forest, and to truly,
utterly, forever, be free.
