Friday, August 26, 2016

A Silver Star


still now
quite winds rest

A silver star
old but new
dances across, across
a shadowing sky

'ower how lovely, how lovely
she dances

she spins
swirls
and even prances

her grin's shine, shine
place pearls of white to shame

'ower how lovely, how lovely
she dances

she spins
swirls
and even prances

A silver star
old but new
dances through the night
unrest
as luna sings
and dances too

through a night
of darkest blue

A silver star
old but new
dances across, across
 a lightening sky

'ower how lovely, how lovely
she dances

until the next good night
she prances...





I see the Silver star as a Dancer, one who has put many
years into her profession and is no longer young.
Her once long beautiful hair is now thinning and white,
the once supple body has bent with age, but in moments of clarity
she can still hear the music in her mind.
And in those wonderful clear moments, she once again spins,
swirls and dances as she did in her youth,
on the midnight stage, full of stars and wonder.
















3 comments:

ann said...

I can't believe that I have missed so many of your posts, but then you are not alone because I have been blog lazy this summer. Love love love the Dancing Star. Gorgeous photo.

Lisa Gordon said...

This is beautiful, Jen. Both the photograph, and the words.

Judith @ Lavender Cottage said...

Jenn, didn't realize you were still blogging. Lovely text and photo - also had a look at your website.