I was a dancer before I was born
color trails color
footsteps spring life
folding sensations
of poetry
into light
waves of mallow made dense
with impenetrable light of song
song rolls through me
and rolls through me again
my knowing
my poetry
my light
woven and kneaded
laminating layers of pain and grace
shadow and light
folds upon folds
upon folds
footsteps glow
even now
even now
my footsteps glow