There was a hushed flash of black <br />with a shining that cascaded <br />as a waterfall racing over ebony rocks <br />and then a swirling of blackness <br />that flowed and whirled and swayed <br />to music that only angels can play. <br />A wholeness in parts <br />made from the finest of strands <br />that spun in a dance <br />as embraced by the air <br />and called by the earth <br />it softly descended <br />to where it now fell. <br />And reaching the ocean of heart <br />between two gentle peaks <br />that reached out from the dark <br />it slowed in its flowing <br />and became still <br />as a pool of pure water <br />in a deep mountain cavern <br />waiting to reflect the light <br />of the moon. <br />And shining more darkly <br />than the moonbeams of night <br />there it rested <br />against a canvas of soft ivory. <br />She had let down her hair.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-and-ivory-2/
