As she dances upon thin wire <br />That had Ravel within my mind <br />And unfurls the steps she takes <br />Unto the mystic of the dark. <br />She hath given and taken <br />And too much an unseen realm <br />Hath placed deep the blessed love <br />Unlike the young maiden of Born....... <br /> <br />It is there the minstrel plays <br />And the Harp hath angelic cord <br />The tranquility of rushing waters <br />And the song of a morning bird <br />For deep within wells transparency <br />The undertow of illusive dream <br />And the ever presence of melody <br />Hath brought unto surface flow.......... <br /> <br />To seclude oneself is Divine..... <br /> <br />To inhale it's taste is to find..........<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divine-seclusion/
