Every tree is draped and dazzleing
Hanging lanterns strung like spiders web
We've unfurled our own scripture in the skies
Our own prophetic scroll of stars
Everywhere there are people
Everywhere they're dancing
Hearts are just as lovely
As the holiest of holy
The candles in the wind
Stronger than you think
Lavender and rose
Flowers on the door post
Passover sweet angels
Passover
We collapse into the arms
Of laughing drunken ones
We may be the fools
The ones who carry on
As the band decends
From their spotlight throne
The people go on dancing
Until the dancings done
Then falling to a grassy bed
Everywhere we dream
Of paint and poetry
The music and the chiseled hand
A whisper of the gods
Given to mortal men
Our muses lean and spin them
Into visions in our heads
Tsenumaic
This piece had my mind in the most beautiful imagery. Inspiring.
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