I fold you into my embrace
within a swirl of moonlit mist.
Flowing as your dress of lace,
we step and turn, a graceful dance;
I fold you into my embrace.
Your fragrance has me in a trance;
among the ancient standing stones,
we step and turn, a graceful dance.
Your charm has overturned the thrones
of gods, yet here you are tonight,
among the ancient standing stones.
Though I was cast out from the light
because I would not be the thrall
of gods, yet here you are tonight.
Because I would not be the thrall:
extend my hand, and turn my wrist,
and watch the ancient landmark fall
within a swirl of moonlit mist.
Bryan Bale
Some photographs I had clicked during a desert safari. This was one of the Turkish dances and the skirt that the dancers wore was all lit up!
