THE BREATH OF DANCE
September 25, 2020
satin breezes like angel wings glide over the soul of water a cloud of mist, rarefied air, drifts within classic circles of style creating a message within motion, a language spoken without words
satin breezes like angel wings glide over the soul of water a cloud of mist, rarefied air, drifts within classic circles of style creating a message within motion, a language spoken without words
a full moon exposes the rugged skin of a meadow a storm dead tree paths grown over broken stone walls as the wind speaks a disturbed language punishing ghosts and beating gravestones on a night overshadowed by a black cat and broken mirror magic
OVERVIEW the moon commands highways of ocean currents forming waves those momentary curled masses of random strength splashing languages onto ancient shorelines from somewhere deep creating footprints during the highs and lows