never more true

White, distant
glowing works of art
bleached by time and space
waterborn lives of dancing
reaching to know the depth of you
silent eyes turn upon me
my mouth forms words
that seem both foreign and core of truth.
your love dances onto my face
upon rays of fading sunlight,
a rocking chair holds my body
in this faraway place
I have come to know.
I drink in the essence of you
The essence of love, of spirit
of drowning in purity
of life in the Dance.
Need has taken on new dimensions
limitless, beautiful and strange,
my voice never more knowing,
my words never more true.

NEL 5/03