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The Spanish Dancer

Vacuum of silence quivers,
as guitars set the mood,
stringing a song not yet written.

Fire burns, igniting shadows against
midnight sky. Anxious moon shivers
for The Spanish Dancer and her castanets.

Hair, long and lusterous, as dark eyes
haunt like the wild, and sultry voice
sets the pace to beguile.

Hips sway passionately, as gold chains
fringe upon waist, dropping to navel,
surrounding eyes dare not glance away.

Fires kindled from her scent, now burn
with roaring flames, and so too
submits The Spanish Dancer.

Orania Hamilton - 06/30/01
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Full Circle

Ancient sounds heard from a tiny
house nestled in the green,
among tall oak and slithering vines,
not fancy, snug.

Scent of pine and heather graced
from beyond a pond spread with
waterlillies, ignites a feeling,
a sense that burned long ago.

Music casts echoes, as words of
prayer kneel to be obeyed.
Scent of bread baking stimulates
my senses, while arousing thoughts.

I doze beneath Magnolia, dream escapes me,
as I breathe in the surrounding stillness.
Although my dream will never be recollected,
I never lose sight of the thrill.

Far off, mountains peer above,
beaconing me to make the climb.
Unaware of the outcome, I journey upward,
growing cold with each step.

Now,
memories linger in my soul
until I am smothered from
their nostalgia.

I touch the center of my sorrow,
and know that here is where I was born,
here is where I die.

Orania Hamilton - 05/15/01
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Step Beyond the Splendor

I journey
in the arms of thunderheads,
their silky touch caresses my skin,
as I capture the light that descends upon Earth.

I enfold
heaven's roar, as I yield to
weeping that nestles in rainbows
and hues.

I walk
among aromatic hills breathing
deeply their fragrance,
as I catch the petals that fall.

I clutch
shadows cast by halcyon moon,
on river of perpetual flow
of life's momentum.

I labor
with toiling bird,
gathering twigs to nest
its young.

I seize the echoes of creatures
struggling to live against the
dagger of man.

I tighten
the bonds of the universe,
feel its pain, heed to its tention,
as I tred outside of the ordinary.

I rest
within myself to catch a breath
in haunted chambers,
one step beyond the splendor.

Orania Hamilton - 06/10/01
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Dust to Dust

Today, I surrender to the dust,
this mass heap at my feet.
Fresh are the imprints that taunt my soul,
as if still being trampled upon.

You cradled my heart,
humbled my purpose,
turned my breath molten
with your wanting words.

You violated a chamber of my mind,
held its long forgotten occupants
in the palm of your hand until it
charred your fingers,
and burned your flesh to the bone.

Tomorrow, memories will slip through
my fingers, to fill the void where
comfort once rested and dust was whole.

Orania Hamilton - 06/16/01
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Petals on my Pillow

I close my eyes,
let night enfold,
as darkness consumes in
its mystical ways.

I feel your presence,
as I drift on lusterous streams,
wrapped in soothing fragrance,
again compelled to surrender.

Dawn appears to meet the
light of day,
yet dim with another
day's tears.

Outside my window,
roses cry with dew;
they cry to live,
I cry for you.

Orania Hamilton - 07/04/01
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