ice dance--a moment in flight

moving as one, sailing on a thin layer of water and blade, balancing over leg and pointing my toe as a rudder i enter a perfect spiral. for a moment facing the opposite direction crossing left over right holding the edge long and curved stepping forward and forcing my body into rotation into the momentum created by the drawn out balance of before. spinning until rotations are sending my brain into spasms i create an exit as i pull out on one foot.

shades of black and gray

eyes fallow the movement using only the shadow on the wall to feel the pressure of force needed for perfection-for it was hidden . the muscles tense then relax in the split second of question the paws are flying over the feathers and teeth landing-- then eyes with distaine as again it's...
re-created during a thread of time twirling and blending shades of black and gray forms untill it is remembered...into the energy of the force that ask it and tug it into forms that pull into the ceature that never was by holding the power of the unknown force of before.

missing

missing the thought... the feeling that is slightly fading in to the dreams and wonderings of my mind. i think the touch matches when i'm flying balenced on a edge, wind rushing through my fingers and spining outa control untill i feel away from this world my body is stuck on. my mind is free and it still won't come down to earth.

just a moment in time

falling farther and under and over waiting for the moonlight to reach in-to your mind and settle through your body as the mist blinds more then large rain drops ever could running from the rain in my mind settle down under the bridge to light the incesne and as the smoke makes the mood soft and the air makes it harsh....paint smeared by the wind and hair smudges dark colors streaming down my face and for a moment i smile for no-one else has seen the picture for i have just seen the first brush stroke in my mind