The Spirit’s Nature Of Ballet a

The Spirit’s Nature of Ballet

There is sweet music here
That softer falls than petals
From blown roses on the grass
Or even night dews
From still waters dark and deep
Between the walls of granite in a gleaming pass
There is sweet music here
That softer falls than eyelids
On tired, tired eyes
Music that brings sweet sleep
Down, down,
Down from blissful skies
Here are cool mosses deep
And through it ivy creeps
And from the ledge
Long leaved flowers weep
Here are cool mosses deep
And through it ivy creeps
And from the craggy ledge
The poppy hangs in sleep
There is sweet music here
That softer falls than petals
From blown roses on the grass
Or even night dews
From still waters dark and deep
Music that brings sweet sleep
Down, down
Down from blissful skies
There is sweet music here
Sweet, sweet music.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s