Dance of the ribbon

A surge from behind and tumbling forward
a ribbon unfolds the black.
uncovering the sinking and propelling it on
no motion of turning back.It flies ahead
a dance of red and delight.
Moon-lit skies and death-empty nights
consumed with the pain that soils another heart
and washes my hands
clean with guilt.
a hole Time decaying in motion
erroding into a beauty not seen

but felt.


One thought on “Dance of the ribbon

  1. Jeeslaaik Christy… there is so much here! Should keep you busy for a year, trying to capture all the images that come jumbling out…

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