DANCE IN THE WOODS
Feel the wind in your hair.
Raise your arms in the air.
Sway in the dark.
Alone in the park.
Dance in the night.
It will give you light.
Dance with the moon.
The sun will rise soon.
Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.
Mother nature is your friend.
Gates of the Arctic National Park, AK, 11:07PM [OC] [3072×2304]
Grass swaying in the wind.
In waves of beauty.
Moving in unison.
To a melody.
All their own.
THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.
Asleep.
Come what may.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Fantasy after fantasy.
Let the dark cover all.
Let it become part of you.
Join in to the music.
The deep silence.
The music of the night.
Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.
Dance in the woods.
Feel the wind
lifting your hair.
Raise your arms
to the sky.
Sway to the soft wind.
Listen.
No sounds.
No more winds.
Dance with the darkness.
Dance with the shadows.
Dance with death.
It comes quickly and swiftly.
No warning.
No sounds.
Only death.
What’s on the other side?
Strange sounds are emanating
from the thick blanket of trees.
You can only see darkness and
the slight rustling of leaves.
You know you want to cross the bridge.
So you begin the shaky walk across.
The bridge sways with each footstep.
Should you continue?
You hesitate but you move forward
step by halting step.
You reach the other side.
There’s a loud crashing sound behind you.
You quickly turn to see the bridge
falling into the water below.
Now you are on the other side looking back.
You know you want to go back.
But it’s too late.
Human nature might have dictated your wants
but the bridge has dictated your reality.
