1 May 2011 = 10 … Wheel of Fortune … May day … Beltane
Beltane, May day… a good day to celebrate the Springs fertility dance. Lay your dreams and wishes on a ribbon and dance them around the May Pole; An ecstatic ritual for the season arrival. I have no excuse for this poems draft. I get it and maybe you will too. If you don’t … well chalk this one up to my babbling.
It tingles the edges of the skin It calls silence into ecstatic whispers That woo the heart vibration in celestial chords.
Light shifts it’s eminence Beams streams of the carnival that comes to town for the season.
That treat the sensations of tingled edges to a playground of ooo’s and aaaahh’s never before seen of felt.
A Big Top of delight A circus of pleasure silences the ecstatic whispers Shifts heart woo to the clowns measure.
The House of Mirrors provoke the hearts many distortions. Holds none to reasons delight Delighting in all illusions faces
Light streams it beam away leaves the flattered heart with the tingled edges held to the caged shadow of Lions and Tigers and Bears. oh my.
The Mid-Way promenade secures the edges pushed by ecstasy’s woo of the heart The Path is clear
And then… You see the Roller Coaster