she danced with alacritous animation
as a wavelet on the ocean's crest
as a supple pliance of bamboo reed in a summer breeze
she danced with herself
and the movement took her within
a captive unto herself yet free
as one swallowed by the dance
spun into an evanescent oblivion
of a crescent moon slippery sailing
a-sky through the tamarind trees
for her dance was without comparison
fro her dance was without reference
she danced first for the last time
like a moment unto eternity
intrinsic, inimical, irrevocable
she danced herself and the mayas hid themselves
their voices in shame for their all-knowing
that she was born to dance
and all the dance steps of eternity
were awaiting her becoming
a/n: this is actually a part of a story I've read a long time ago. the book's title is "Daisy Nueve" by Menchu Aquino Sarmiento (not sure about the spelling). i really liked this part of the story and i just want to share it to you guys and maybe you could check the book out. though i don't know if it's available nationwide 'cause i borrowed it from my school's library...
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Da(o)wn
Poesía...evil lurks across the land ...heart beating fast, mind numb, body paralyzed ...my demons then were my only friend
