Prayers Of A Dancer Poem by Mari Martin

Night,
your beauty is infinite
cast upon ever moving blankets,
grains of life
shifting, changing,
molded by the hands of time.


In your embrace does wind dance
as a Goddess
laden with stars.
Moonbeams cast their reflection
upon swirling, flowing skirt.

Your songs of lifetimes
a precious water
emerging from hidden wells.
May I drink of your necter.


Lifting sands
hide not your mystery
under veils transparancy.
Reveal the beauty, I pray.
Let me emerge from the blindness
cast upon visions.
May my seeking eyes
be not devoid of dreams.

Here,
in the breath of memory's whisper
does my heart awaken
to the dance.
Rising with the music I sway.
It's allure fills me.

Strings of ages
reveal your gentle voice.
Mezmerize my heart.
Fingers of time move me
with the drums of rememberance.

Shaded are my eyes
painted with your color, Oh night.
Honey flows upon my lips.
I will sing your songs of enchantment,
a sweetness long forgotten
in a world of glass.

Oh, beautiful night
bequeath your secrets to me
that I may dance with wind
upon the shifting sands.
Let my hands speak the stories of lifetimes
held in waiting.

Oh, endless night,
keeper of dreams,
may I honor you with my dance.
Graced by your vastness,
filled with your mysteries,
will my body express my prayers
offering them to you
with an open, happy heart.