Earth moves, day moves.
Take off your shoes and dance
in dust floating in beams of sunlight.
Dust swirls, settles and then a gust
sends it flying to another corner
scatters the ashes of the past
everywhere until it doesn't matter.
As dust settles so does night.
Shadows lengthen then fade.
Moon beams reach out
hold you beneath a veil pierced
by a million transcendent suns.
The Earth speeds through space
until rays of sun climb up beyond
horizon. Because of you
shadow is stretched out for miles
yet ever shortened
by the rising sun.
©2013 Joanne Young Elliott
I was working on a poem and listening to this music. Above is what emerged.
