Yel low Rhythmic Seed
Into the Light, she flows
From Darkness---from Chaos
Carried on a Flute and Drum---
Her Fire transforms Water
Into Earth and Air
Music builds the Waves
Upon a Sea of Sound---
Dancer in the Mist---
Cymbals sing---Sequins flash
On quivering Feathers and Flesh
Joy floats upon her Smile
She lifts the Rhythm
From Hips to Hands
So full of Grace the Heart aches
In its serpentine Race to Soul.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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