Dance

  • On Fire

    ByRick Ellsmore

    The rhythm Calling me inward While mysteriously Drawing me outward Movement mixing With the sound Of her voice Smooth and alive Words spoken The sound of My voice Alive and awake Strong and bold Flames flowing Up from Mother Earth Grounded and pure Confiscating my essence Becoming fire Flames burning Standing up The heat Rushing…

  • The Gambol

    ByRick Ellsmore

    The air thick as an Alaskan morning from the incoming sea fog. They wandered blindly through it without worry or concern. Their bodies floating in unison. Their minds tranquil and captured in the moment. Their hearts pulsating as the new blood of risk poured through their hungry veins. They were discovering the moment! Their meandering…