Devilish

Devilish dances,
dancing through an empty plane of spite,
ricochet to see their unique absurdity.

They are free and love
the rain
when they fall in to deep
canyons
from which they float
to open blooms
and ride the fragrance to distant,
yet, familiar, stars.

They are us.
And we know that
all is holy and full
of empathy for
the others.

Reviews

[FireDrinker]

Exquisite. I love how it's left open, without leaving it open.

[Cindy]

I never really thought of it that way, but I see what you mean. Interesting point of view. :) Thank you so much.