THE LIGHT DANCES
It fractures round me the dancing
light
Moving with time it streams from the
inner self
With spiritual glee, fleeing the
confines of my cast
Encased by all of the forces of my
creative lives
It now moves against the Wall.
Where is it going where will it be
when there
Is not my Sun. My lightness will
sleep within waiting
For the Dawn of my muse who resides
within my golden
Shape of the original wet clay from
the Earth
Now discarded.
We are many selves this shining
hardness of
Bronze cast into one standing figure
of “here”.
We are the many who are cast into an
inborn
Truth of Solidarity, silent like
light, leaping into
The abyss of our Cosmos…
