Toad's Dimensional Rift

my Beloved sings for me
as my dance unfurls for him alone

trillium,
the fresh-faced flower,
nods along in time

the apple tree's gentle mosses
sing the harmony
tadpole provides a liquid descant

as i spin and whirl ~
the glimmering light of ages
flying from my shoulders

fingers glowing
with overflowing amber
purest love

he strikes the taiko hard
and my foot strikes the soil
and the roots are strong again

again the drum
and my arm flies up
bold into the sky

fingers curl and open
as the flowers bud and bloom
i dance for the god who loves me

i dance to mend the sky
the five colored patchwork of tomorrow
requires decisive movement now

<I am the author.  I originally posted this under the title 'Drum',
but in my handwritten draft, it was the Taiko Drumming
that prompted both the dance and the poem. So it holds
its first title here.  The poem was first posted to
wordpress.com on 4/13/2018.>