Dancing

and so the music played
while we spun in circles on
the earth covered floor

laughter and joy radiating
with every step we take
into midnight dawn

the fire sparks and
explodes into nova’s
of light that dazzle our
eyes

rhythm and beat
driving our lives like
the flow of blood
in our veins.

forever twirling
and spinning a
as the pearl white
moon sways in the
night

Crimson Shame

with our red dyed hands we
try to wash out our sins,
only to find that, though
gone from our hands, before
our sightless eyes we are still
stained as though freshly spilled,

we stand accused in public’s domain,
crucified not by judge nor jury but
by the weight of our perceived crimes,
they ignore our pleas and play in
ignorance to abstain from our
silent anguish and bloodied hands

in name we cry for absolution
but deny ourselves its blessing,
is it not the fault of this accursed
world, for is not they who created
us and they who would have us bear
this crimson shame

alas,
I fear that I am the only one to blame.