Dance of The Veils

The vast is hiding, today. Memory revisits what was yesterday, clear, distinct, focused. Hidden in a rolling steam, misty, protecting the day's outcome of predictability. Change, in a moment, white, veiled, floating over her spring indications, newness from the cold indifference.

Her music is muffled, softly as the steamy, rolling mist moves in and out of the lofty branches, high. Arms in a gentle, subtle sway, as her whisper almost touches the leaves, teasing the displacement of distance. The branches in his massive display stay in his strength, desiring the veil to cover and pull away and over his outer, covering his frame.

Her soft layer discloses the clouded, milky presence of the budded surprises, opening, swelling, their rise as she breathes through the earthy, bedded, layers moistened from the cold, early morning ,opaqued ,awakening.

A slow warming singe, yawns as the light dispells the disappearing veil. A windy trance picks up the pace of her motion, rhythm. The noon bright is overhead, drying the leaves and laces of the sleepy blooms.

Fog, gone, thrown off, in her disappearing trail, has bidden the early morning its bare and visible dance of the veils, completed throbbing and satiated.

Raine Les 5/15/2008