shadow dancer

This poem is my entry for the Valentine’s Poetry Writer’s Challenge at The Writer’s Gallery website. It is a combination of personal experience and inspiration from the painting below that was painted by a dear friend of mine. If you would like to vote in the contest (each voter is entitled to 2 votes) you can do so at http://awritersgallery.wordpress.com/category/writers-challenges/valentines-poetry-writers-challenge/  Voting closes January 25.

shadow dancer

once walking through the woods
my mind dull and dreary
i paused to rest beside an oak
and lay my spirit weary

the orb of light hanging low
having all but given up
the endless sleep i sought
my soul had had enough

cradled by my spectral dreams
the skies began to darken
i wanted not for life
but only tombstone gardens

a song drifted through the trees
from slumber i was stirred
my nightmares interrupted
when a gypsy melody i heard

into the dusk a shadow danced
i stumbled quick to follow
enraptured by her mystery
in love i sought to wallow

to another place she led me
aurora trails in her wake
when over roses danced
my chest began to quake

the closer i gained the more i saw
the darkness she had drawn within
the ‘lectric hue i saw around
came from beneath her skin

at last she stopped within a glen
and let me sit beside her
she settled down beside a pool
the moon had made a mirror

in her eclipse i saw a beauty
unlike any ever seen
as if conspired by the fates
knew we were meant to be

tenderly she looked at me
a smile drawn upon my face
i looked at the reflecting pool
to see the couple that we’d make

what spell had i befallen
how could this sight be true
when looking in the mirror
the shadows there were two

shaken by this revelation
my heart began to skip
i woke beside the lonesome oak
covered in a mist

it couldn’t be a dream i wailed
this happiness i felt
a love like none i’d ever known
my spirit broken wept

a flicker in the darkness
that same electric blue
how could i love another
before myself i never knew

 

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masks

every reflection
a stranger mirrored
inducing guilt
a mask comes off
another worn
some cracked,
some whole
to embrace
what it brings
anything welcomed
to feel again
strangers wander
the carnival of souls
comedy or tragedy,
each one
a monster hiding
eyelet hollows burn to see
drowning sinking
spiraling
until the ember fades
closed eyed death
not welcome yet
age of sleep
to dream again
awakened
desires disappear
until the mask falls
beauty
will not be clear

 

duet


she danced
holding my hand
not deadweight
but so danced me
astral companion
beyond space
and time
rhythm in poetry
smoothness in wine
she danced with me
a tribal beat
whip of wind
we woke the gods
with words
for offerings
to orchestra
of heart and soul
two of the same
dancing alone