2012-2013 Online Edition - POETRY

Dancing Moon

By Tia Oaster

The smoke rises

from an ember,

like two lovers

in perfect balance with one another.

Acrobatic moves

flow out and around

like ribbons playing with the wind.

Conscious of their being

in the moment,

for they are the moment.

Mesmerized by their dance,

I watch as they part ways,

each spreading love

as they disperse

into life's breath,

giving birth to my favorite scent.



Dragons blood stains the air.