As she dances upon thin wire
That had Ravel within my mind
And unfurls the steps she takes
Unto the mystic of the dark.
She hath given and taken
And too much an unseen realm
Hath placed deep the blessed love
Unlike the young maiden of Born.......
It is there the minstrel plays
And the Harp hath angelic cord
The tranquility of rushing waters
And the song of a morning bird
For deep within wells transparency
The undertow of illusive dream
And the ever presence of melody
Hath brought unto surface flow..........
To seclude oneself is Divine.....
To inhale it's taste is to find..........
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divine-seclusion/
