When I write It Seems I Divide

 When I Write it seems I
Cutting Life into Sides and wide
Angled Rhymes 
Left dangling from the lens
Of Space And Time
But when I Dance I Merge Again
Into where&When&Why 
and then
The Fire Inside breaks the skin 
And births Wings from within this thin
That plays the game of tension
Black and white and you and me
And every sinEwave in this dream
Bursting forth in flames of raw
Intent to bend the light to draw
The serpentine sight up thru spine
To dance along the axis of time
Undulations of rhythm and rhyme
That bridge the Heart and wandering
In Playful Embrace of You.s & I~s

 copyright Charleen Johnston