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I
We danced,
Waltzed, to the rhythmic
Command of past leathered highlanders
Issued from green, gold, blue-eyed lands
Of turbulent histories past,
Now reconciled to our present of peaceful ideals.
One, two three,
One two three,
Right, left right,
Right left, right.
A smooth movement
Accompanied to the sound of simple reds commanding
The occasional stuttering footstep.
II
We once shared trice four old childish
Laughs and wishful motions of our intertwined palms.
Young saplings
Watered but not yet exposed.
Small seedlings,
Non-woody and unflowered we grew
To become the redwoods that we are now,
Giants in a world of giants.
Amid the chaos, the blur, the
Intoxication we elevated our motions to a
One, two, one, two,
Tying a tied knot ever tighter.
III
You and I,
A slow waltz.
You and I,
A movemented jive.
Vous and I,
Two dances in a complicated Ceilidh,
Where two can become three and two again,
Ever moving, loving, sharing, but never
Together,
In a Gaelic dance.
Its drumming,
Always in twos,
Only mirrors the beat of my own
Thoughts and incomplete,
Unknown
Desires.
Forever separate in time, place and motion
And dance.
Yet forever joined,
Joined in the confines of an encased beat
One two
One two
One two…
We danced,
Waltzed, to the rhythmic
Command of past leathered highlanders
Issued from green, gold, blue-eyed lands
Of turbulent histories past,
Now reconciled to our present of peaceful ideals.
One, two three,
One two three,
Right, left right,
Right left, right.
A smooth movement
Accompanied to the sound of simple reds commanding
The occasional stuttering footstep.
II
We once shared trice four old childish
Laughs and wishful motions of our intertwined palms.
Young saplings
Watered but not yet exposed.
Small seedlings,
Non-woody and unflowered we grew
To become the redwoods that we are now,
Giants in a world of giants.
Amid the chaos, the blur, the
Intoxication we elevated our motions to a
One, two, one, two,
Tying a tied knot ever tighter.
III
You and I,
A slow waltz.
You and I,
A movemented jive.
Vous and I,
Two dances in a complicated Ceilidh,
Where two can become three and two again,
Ever moving, loving, sharing, but never
Together,
In a Gaelic dance.
Its drumming,
Always in twos,
Only mirrors the beat of my own
Thoughts and incomplete,
Unknown
Desires.
Forever separate in time, place and motion
And dance.
Yet forever joined,
Joined in the confines of an encased beat
One two
One two
One two…
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this is beautiful!
i love the two parts where you use the dancing imagery to describe the movements
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i love the two parts where you use the dancing imagery to describe the movements
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