Poetry and Photography by WT Davies
DANCE OF DAYS

DANCE OF DAYS

If I were in love’s ebb and flow
That great release that makes us all
If I could roll the rock from the door that
opens to the Hall of Time
where Spirits play
Then hear the ancient echo of an Angels song
Drifting out on silver threads
Might I once more dance along and know of things
to come?

But finding patience in the space that’s made
I grow in other ways
To lose life’s longing
thrown up on the wall
Yet glad enough to hear another’s song
Content with words up on a page
And satisfied with
the dance of days