Shadows dance to the rythm of the night,
moon lighting more than just paths,
more than birds and drums breathing melody into the air,
more than shadows…
Words more than echoes bless the ears,
more than a meteor in space,
more than wind kissing earth,
more than spirit, soul, body.
More than dancers…
Stone joint to stone, locked.
Atoms and heat said be involved,
more than energy in the universe,
more than moulding or weaving, zapping
a bomb scientifically impossible,
odds and ends
more than nature….
Links, a chord to a plug
a lot more to clarity than just clear,
sparks in the dark open sky,
something not of a reflection,
not in summary, a revelation twice removed
more than the beginning.