The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Monday, February 13, 2012

Shadow Dancers

I heard the Shadow Dancers
Chanting in the night
They beckoned me to join them
In step on soft Moonlight

I gathered up my courage
To face the fate of man
Let the Tom beat guide me
Joined the circled band

In murmured song we started
Soon growing in refrain
Of life's eternal circle
The rapture and the pain

The circle gathered numbers
As lunar day went by
Dawn in ragged ribbons
Was floating in the sky

With sun now full upon us
The Dancers must abide
To let the grand fulfillment
Take wing upon the tide

When the moon arises
The dance begins anew
All fealty to the Dancers
To thine own self be true

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