The Dream Dancer

by Janet Kizer

AKA Bard Vashtia

The Dream Dancer
sleeps by my door
in the winter she dreams
in the summer she dances.

Drums in the morning
stroked by the sun
are singing of darkness
hunting in the mountains.

The Dream Dancer
waits by my door
in the water she dreams
in the fire she dances.

Drums in the morning
shaken by the rain
are singing of darnesss
stalking in the valley.

The Dream Dancer
opens my door
in the laughing she dreams
in the crying she dances.

Drums in the nighttime
touched by the snow
are singing of darkness
killing in the garden.


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