Strap my back my arms and bind me <br />block my ears and blind me <br />but you will not touch the space inside <br />with your fearful hands <br /> <br />This is the white room, the dancing room <br />saved only for one to join me <br /> <br />Keep us apart, brand my tongue <br />and Chiron rises who healing with tears from his own scars <br />pouring them on the wounds of others <br />but knows there is no cure for his state <br /> <br />A dancing space where the light traces the loss on my heart <br />and carves out such pure space <br /> <br />They all seem so far now, beyond the dance, <br />watching with wonder, concern, love <br />not understanding the reasons or sensing the rhymne <br />from whence the life derives <br /> <br />Which cancels out fear <br />and thought for what is now and to come <br />the song which sings because it can <br />and transforms to gold where it touches <br /> <br />Only one crosses the void, always was, and is, and will be <br /> <br />Let them be in awe<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-them-be-in-awe/
