Magical Dancer
(poetry is best when read aloud)
Magical dancer in the street of Dreams
Transcendence abounds with flowing ease,
Around and round twirling free
Like the mountain air, or a memory.
Shawls of rainbows with colored hue
Adorn the dancer like one so true
Forever deemed to spin and turn
Like the consciousness for which we
yearn.
Above, below, the music sounds
As if all the Angels had come to town
To grace the earth and teach us well
They rescue us from a cold, cold, hell.
Gypsy dancer, celestial queen, your dance
a reoccurring dream
As twilight dawns the day begins with
sunshine oh so bright.
You dance and dance with eyes of light
Continuing into the soft moonlight.
The great and small are your audience
As you do your dance so well
Then suddenly you fade away
Like the echo of a ringing bell.
S.Tara Balduf (Ane)
‘Because ‘
Peace begins in all our hearts
As love does come and never departs.
Rise and feel the warm sweet sun,
With an end to night we jump and run.
Twilight gleams within clouds above
Hear fluttering wings of a snow white dove.
White and free she glides overhead
To praise the Lord and raise the dead.
My heart belongs to only you
I shall always be completely true,
No strings attached to bind or keep
But just a trust so very deep.
Trust is one way in which we feel
The warmth, the closeness when we’re real.
A gentle kiss upon the cheek and eye
Tickles like the gentle butterfly.
Long to love and love to long
Become that beacon oh so strong
That others see the light and come
From the millionaire to the good street bum.
The sound of music is just so magic
Unlike the sirens, which indeed are tragic.
Which sound upon the city street
Makes you stop and stomp your feet?
We have some time and then we go
Not to the land of white bright snow
Not to the heat of Dante’s fire
But to the object of our heart’s desire.
Cherish all which lives and is…
Depend on others so you may give
Gifts freely given with no remorse
That is what life is about of course….
Life goes on and on and on
We shall not feel empty or forlorn
Time is time and that is that
New life is like changing an outdated hat.
Peace begins within our brain
We learn to pray as it starts to rain
We begin to praise if we stand tall
We are just humans after all.
Some say flying is just like dying,
Some distorted memory.
I say dying is just like flying,
Some reported revelry.
Lift up your eyes to the universe now
Think not that this is IT
Wonder never fails to show,
Water it well and it shall grow.
Peace Brothers and Sisters, Always!
S.Tara Balduf (Ane Palmo)