Dance Till Dawn
Poem By Eddie E. Johnson
Like the sound of Michael's horn
Tis the coming of the distant morn
Liked the sheath of the gazelles womb
Bearing forth her newborn fawn.
Time and space will all anew.
A world cast in fragrant hugh
Moonlit stars cast in red
Showing the clasps of living and dead.
Reach your hands up to the light
Don't be afraid of the darkened night
Although bodies are weary and torn
Dream the impossible , and dance till dawn.