Prayers to the Muse - Newborn Human Race by Calicorn Ryder
Newborn Human Race
Softly filling the warm and spice filled air, Sandlewood burning silent and
angels sway in the flames
Ebony hair swimming in the rythmic scent
Wine pouring plentiful, fruitful and scarlett
Hearts loving the curling flames
fingers carressing the illusional smoke
like ghostly lions playing in the fire
dust and ashes rising high and the rush begins as the beat turns liquid and
fills your veins
Flashing gold, silver, purple the energy swirls and hazes and curls and the
stars embrace the dance of the newborn human race
Hips repeating rythmic cobra stance
feet throwing dust and salt, raising the spirits of mother earth with their beat
bodies in the flamelight dance
Touching spirits, dancing on golden mist
and letting hands hunger and slide and twist
Embracing the moon, helpless to the flames, the fire dance begins again. Heat
and drums and voices rise leaving the air wavering, not quite real and souls
cackle with new born shoot, the tarragon crackles and the dragon flies.
Not quite seeing, all believeing, drunk with flames and angel calls, dizzy on
drums but believing it all as every esence somehow dives and then collides
bursting into flame, the fire in your heart burns me again.
Anonymous faces laugh and cry and the wolves give thier ghostly haunting cry.
The moon pouring voilet rays in small reply.
Sick with honeywine and the fruit of desire, with moonset comes a new madness
and tantalising tang that heralds a new sun
And we fly to it, our new seductive flame, our beakon and our quickened lives.
To dance in its dazzling and blazing face, the dance of our newborn human race.
(c) Vanessa Cusack 2002
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