and that day <br />eighty words woke up, listened to each other, <br />smiled, joined hands, <br />danced in a ring <br /> <br />and as they danced around and round <br />the space inside the circle <br />became magic <br />the earth flowed <br />into a brightness in the air <br />which in its space <br />became sound <br /> <br />the words dancing <br />left a ring in the grass <br />in the sound of a poem <br /> <br />then returned home <br />to where words rest <br />in stillness and in silence <br />until called upon <br />to waken fresh<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ring-of-bright-words-dancing/
