Dance Of Joy!

take down your hair,
let the rain soften your eyes.
sway with the trees,
listen! the grasses whisper.
the fire is lit,
the heart divides the sea...
the hand on your breast,
speaks, whispers, and cries!
tis not the wind,
but your lover has come!
the dance of joy has begun.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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