Dance In The Rains Poem by Mari Martin

I dance
in the mists of your breath
that float upon the highest mountain
of dreams.
I pray,
gentle rains, come,
bathe these eyes
shaded to his hearts vision
moving within the drops.

Whispers in the thunder
his voice
is my music.
These feet
are bare upon the grasses,
the earth of your mysteries.

Rain, sweet gentle rain
fall upon me as I dance.
Let the mists envelope me
swirling, swaying.
Make heavy the veil that adorns
my head.

The light of your flashes,
oh lightning,
strike my heart with love.
Fill me with life
that my feet may move upon desire.

Rising waters of love
kiss my ankles bare
to cleanse that which will hold
the silver bells,
the chains of beauty
to be placed there.

I dance
with destiny.
My fate the fragrance of lavender.
Oh beautiful bloom
open to my shaded eyes
that see his face
as a rainbow upon the hills,
here, where I dance.