Sunday, 3 September 2017

Scapegoat 006

Continued from here

Is the water salty?
I sniff at the air
Blindfolded eyes.

But maybe the voice was true and fair
Could it all be as simple as daring to tread?
Dip my toes in the water?
 for my soul to renew?

The whispers float like music
Dancing in the air.
As each wave shimmers
I relax…
…and then tense up….
Relax….
              Tense up….

My toes hover water
As the bells help me breathe.
Inside the wind of voices
I dance in the breeze. 

Round in slow danced circles
as the bells ease my stance.
Do my shoulders slightly lighten?
or will I forever be in this dance?


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