Sunday, March 11, 2007


She's a woman in the grace of sixteen summers
With skirts flowing in the morning sun
And she speaks of the silver man ringed naked
A dancer who dances alone
For her jewels have all lost their partners
But the moon still laughs in one ear
And she sleeps in the shadow of dragons
With a heart uncorrupted by fear


amuirin said...

Beautiful thought.

Paul said...

Thank you, Amuirin! I very much appreciate your compliment, especially since it comes from someone with such a masterful command of the English language.