Persephone’s Dance

Crossing the deep night
which cradles visions I walk
Along the dark shores
only shadows  listen  to my steps
The sun has fallen and hope has fled far away
Here fortune’s wheel does not turn
All doors are closed
But, when owls begin to call
I  raise the torch to the sky
so, the moon and stars will shine again
I will call the breeze
to scatter on the fields
the gold of daffodils
roses on hedges vibrant
like flaming stones
ejected by craters
I will call the breeze
to scatter on the fields
the gold of daffodils
roses on hedges vibrant
like flaming stones
ejected by craters
Life runs fast  to embrace death
like the words of poets when
seeking refuge in the silence
refuge in the silence
I draw a line between the blooming
and  the fading of things
I draw a line through time with colours
of what is lost and  found again
A trail of the eternal running
into nothing
Along the dark shores
only shadows  listen  to my steps
The sun has fallen and hope has fled far away
Here fortune’s wheel does not turn
All doors are closed
But, when owls begin to call
I raise the torch to the sky
so, the moon and stars will shine again
I will call the breeze
to scatter on the fields
the gold of daffodils
roses on hedges vibrant
like flaming stones
ejected by craters
I will call the breeze
to scatter on the fields
the gold of daffodils
roses on hedges vibrant
like flaming stones
ejected by craters