Movement

from unreality to reality in one movement
a long song, a weeping song, sung in Lyon
followed by a piano interlude of love and emotion
what is there to fear when the past is the past,
and there is only this sublime
moment of dancing on hardwood floors
among a fireplace that doesn't burn in a world that turns
on an axis around the sun with a moon and planets
named after man made gods, there are no monsters
here, just simple humans and contentment composed
and seeded by the perennials of life and sustainment

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/06/2010 approx 8:00 pm est
revised 03/07/2010 5:23 am est