Flickering gently, sending an enigma across every face,
Breeze of jasmine scent
bathing o'er us,
Candleflame, scarlet wonder,
source of life, source of warmth,
my relief, my first class solitude.
Dark shadow creatures
of the night, dancing glorious
dances of the ol' days,
them young, joyous girls.
Drums beating in time,
with my heart,
dancers jumping, spinning in time,
all in the shadows
of a single candleflame.
On a mournful dark night,
in the ghastly moonlight...
***
---What I was thinking when writing it:
I was thinking of African dancers and shadow plays and the eiry moonlight that reminds me of a candle. A completely different world of beauty and magic.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Flickering gently, sending an enigma across every face,
Breeze of jasmine scent
bathing o'er us,
Candleflame, scarlet wonder,
source of life, source of warmth,
my relief, my first class solitude.
Dark shadow creatures
of the night, dancing glorious
dances of the ol' days,
them young, joyous girls.
Drums beating in time,
with my heart,
dancers jumping, spinning in time,
all in the shadows
of a single candleflame.
On a mournful dark night,
in the ghastly moonlight...
***
---What I was thinking when writing it:
I was thinking of African dancers and shadow plays and the eiry moonlight that reminds me of a candle. A completely different world of beauty and magic.
