Dance for the Setting Sun,
Darkness, steal over the distant sea,
Smoke of light and fire hang the stars,
Time turn the bloom to seed.
Setting Sun, last silver in Day's empty purse,
What flower would you bless,
what stone would shine brightest,
Were you to walk among the brittle grass?
When death and dark seep from soil,
Damp with life and heavy with age,
What rebirth does your partner Rising Sun bring?
We who dance to your song,
We who circle in the darkness that you wrap,
We who reach empty hands to grasp the last bloom,
What are we to say when light guilds the world,
When dawn reaches out and we are blind?
Another practice in form, except this time I wanted to try putting a pattern to the cloth, and everything spiraled from there.
I rather like it and I'm getting better at hands! Feet can still be a problem though...
Art (c) Me
Please comment and let me know what you think!