Like the sound of Michael's horn <br /> Tis the coming of the distant morn <br /> Liked the sheath of the gazelles womb <br /> Bearing forth her newborn fawn. <br /> <br /> Time and space will all anew. <br /> A world cast in fragrant hugh <br /> Moonlit stars cast in red <br /> Showing the clasps of living and dead. <br /> <br /> Reach your hands up to the light <br /> Don't be afraid of the darkened night <br /> Although bodies are weary and torn <br /> Dream the impossible , and dance till dawn.<br /><br />Eddie E. Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-till-dawn/
