Saturday, 6 March 2010


I stood, suspended on gossamer words,
Trapped in all the simple light they span out
With gently placed phrasings that could not call me.
And in those words, and motions, a truth span.
A gentler rhythm, a kinder rhyme breathed
Out. In the audience, all  the air
Stilled, and charged, and froze into it’s glory,
As upon a platform below our feet
And above your mind, in incandescence
Framed in motions, truly daring in heart
and soulful intent. we are all acting
They seem to say, declaring it to us all,
Ah, but oh, I hear us all exhaling
What beauty in this act, there is, trailing.