EPCross

Come with me to the meadow And I will dance I will dance until the sun splits Into a million gleaming shards Bright as heaven, sharp as silver That will crown the top of the world With a lucent light     As pure and piercing as the past Come with me to the meadow And I will dance Until my feet bleed snowmelt flowers: White lace arnica, cream filled lilies, Blue columbine etched with gold Larkspur, lupine, nodding limpid bluebells Simple white daisies Flung wildly open to the brilliant slashing sun Come with me to the meadow And I will dance a note of such sweet pure music As this thin air has never tasted before I will dance a note

She smiles. "Honey, you need lipstick."

I. It is true The Midnight Sun Twilight spun of cloud and pearl A silence of light Below the fjord slips away Dark liquid jewels Hushed and glistening Black blood sprung from Norway’s bones Vast bones risen massive from the mist Grey with time Green with forever Wreathed with whispers of white wind Breathing a mystery II. Down from the path of eagles Where the seven sisters fall Thin white veils on the mountains Great green and granite wall Down from the cusps of heaven Down a threading rock stair Down past diamond falls dancing Down through the whipping white air Down to dark dreaming water Bay carved of winter’s ice art We s

The Box I dance in a desperate darkness In a box of steal and stone The only sound is silence Inbound, untouched, alone I dance in a hardened world of pain Bound by four dark walls and a floor No breath of breeze from a window No cracks of light from a door My steps only push my face to the wall My dance can not set me free My heart breaks for open spaces No door. No lock. No key. No key to the walls of adamant No key to stop or start No key to open any lock No key to my broken heart Then a whisper calls from a hidden place A voice that is soft and wise “Untie the knots that bind you child Lift the veil from your eyes” My ha