THREE MUSES
blue maidens dance
among gracious green vines
curling tendril arms
intertwined
pink blossom lips smile
mysteries unuttered
white slippers whisper
purple gowns flutter
tiny irridescent wings
glide lightly in between
pillars of silent, silver mist
stirring sleepers dreams
tiny giggles rise to kiss
gold-tinged leaves...
what ripe, red secrets
do these three weave?
leap, spin, whirl;
step, bend, twirl
from twilight grey to orange day
unseen, they dance the world
© Liesl Lee 1998