The immortals
The World of Arts by Gwen Herat
Where night stealthily spreads
her mystique.
As earthlings poise to retreat, and sleep.
And weary winter shiver upon her cloak, as
Onset the Autumn, when she wanes, And
The cold dark, every night beckons,
The ethereal, wandering spirits.... As they dance.
They appear from the dark.
And doth not have a place to rest.
Aimlessly wandering; This bubbling duo.
In search of spiritual love and longing; As
Eternity heave upon their tracks,
Never ending roads... As they dance.
Like the flowing river: destiny
A tale of love, lost and found.
Forever profound, truly alive
In death nor life; passion-bound.
The eternal spirits of the night
Pirouette a virtual song of eternity...... As they dance.
O'er the dales, down the valleys, swirling around
'Neath the purple-ridged mountain tops.
Casts her shadows, the waning moon her shallow beams
Upon the cobwebs, dazzling bright
And put to flight the tarnished stars to milky way
Across the ghastly skies.... for them to dance.
The screeching crickets their presence announce
As milky skies span their heavenly still
As stars trapped between the senses
Spill over the rising mountains
Hidden amongst the pine and cedarwood
And cross the line of blustering winds...... yet they dance.
They leave behind incredible allegories
Adrift with the Almighty.
Their tender love beyond all seasons
Glorious in the woods, dazzlingly borne.
Angst with long lingering dreams
In the retreat of their hearts.... As they dance.
Their dreams built from time immemorial
In heights of exhilaration.
The night is the medium, the sky the limit
And embracing their world in their spirits.
The shadows, nocturnal, whispers and serenade
To live and breathe the parody intense..... for them to dance
Sensual and glorious, the wind beneath their wings
The silent depths in their wake.
They discover the metaphors, illuminate
In command of power to unite.
And their resilience in their hearts
Passionate and pure, like the Holy Braile..... As they dance.
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