Than human thought can hold;
The Elements themselves are reveling
In a story that can’t quite be told.
But it’s whispered, yes--on feathered wing
That lifts into the air--
And breathed in a sigh of wind and cloud
That opened minds can share.
And where wildfire licks skyward
And sparks of passion fly
The Fae Folk might be dancing
In a bright Midsummer sky.
Dancers rise too from beneath the waves
In playful dolphins’ guise,
Tumbling past in joyful romp, laughing
Through liquid silver eyes.
Deepest of all, from within the stones,
Beyond even Dwarven mines,
In throbbing passion, the quickened pulse
Of Mother Earth keeps time.
But it is here, within the Center--
The world of living things--
That the Spirit of Dance is clearest,
Where all, united, sing.
So dare to dance with the Elements,
With Nature, with the Fae.
Dare to take my hand and listen;
Dare to be young and play.
Have you an open heart, my friend?
Are you the Mother’s Childe?
Do you trust yourself to walk with me
Into places lost and wild?
Life is a Dance, and a bigger dance
Than any story told,
But it’s meant to be lived, and experienced best
With a lover’s hand to hold.
Do you dare to open your deepest heart
To the Fae or to a Friend?
Do you dare to hear the sighing song
That is whispered on the wind?
© Weavre 1998