March 01, 2006

Dance

The sound of love
Is a symphony of natural rhythms
Conducted by two spirits
Guiding the physical
In an unrehearsed dance

The body is merely a vehicle
For a journey to a space
That transcends thought

We do not dance
As much as we should
But when we do
We do so effortlessly

That is poetry
Unwritten
Unspoken
Untouched

2 comments:

lluvia said...

a good definition of poetry.

kojo said...

Thanks for your comments, both here and on my Imperfect Poet blog. Glad that you enjoyed the poetry.