Poetry by Phoenix Wolf.

The Dance of Harmony

There comes a time,
when it must be realized
everything must come to rhyme
in its very place.

It seems as though a rune -
the wandering wand of a
wizard's enchantment
rippling the waves of time.

Or as time flows ever slow,
as a river between two bounds
of rocks placed as so
the great water can flow.

Perhaps then it is a
Dance, not of lovers
but of the pure and absolute
Harmony.

For this must be achieved
as eternity can never doubt,
the balance of which All
is placed.

The melody of the World
must be sung loud and true -
let the sound ring through,
hence every heart be touched.

From this, the Dance -
the dance of hamony shall
hold everyone's heart,
as it shall seek Love.