Dancer into My Silence
Bluish as a lark's song in May
Your white shadow flies by me
My limpid thoughts seem to quicken your toes
Stretching hope across my salient woes
My heart learns in the muscles of your thighs
As you fly across the azure skies
And in this wan and pallid mood
By balmy flecks of dance I'm woe'd
So stealing deep into my psyche
Could you by melting fingers write
A poem so angelically blessed
To raise this pain from off my chest
By slight and nimble postures made
My soul does crawl towards your maiden glade
There to hide in beauty's modest abode
I seek some comfort with my fearsome load
Impale upon my ancient caged heart
Such keenly feathered darts
That I may see your rapturous body lines
Constant in my dimmed and fading mind
With feverish eye I'll so esteem
Your gently curved meander beam
Across the river of my thought
Haul in the net of love where I am caught
Richard Field
October 2003
