Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Someday, I wish to be one of those this poem speaks of...

gracefully twirling, spirits are swirling
gliding, their feet barely touching the floor
the violin swells, and within them wells
the purest of love, and yet purer desire
to dance on forever by the light of the fire.

- dan, 6/15/06

1 comment:

Gina said...

this reminds me of angels...