Swayed into darkness
With the music of storms
Music, the partner of night
Stripped bare in the dance
Bare yet rooted yet reaching
Rooted deeper into the unfathomable
Deep and naked night
The clothes of day lay at my feet
Crumpled, wet,and ruined
Crumpled, wet, and ruined
I stood as a silent intruder
Watching this strange and sacred act
One late October evening
Disguised, like I said,
As November
Disguised, as I was,
I could not turn away.
One Single Impression
Sandy Carlson Social