Solstice Dance: A Gift of Beltaine

Solstice Dance: A Gift of Beltaine

Tis the night when bonfires burn
and they gather to dance as they may.
The rhythm and beat of the drums as they cast,
thrums harder and faster
as heart beats race and bodies perspire,
faces masked to cloak those they know
and unseen from the dark they dance in procession,
the Lord and his Lady,
our Goddess and God,
dance forth,
recreating creation,
enacting the savage dance older than time.
Lips to lips,
flesh to flesh,
heart beat to heart beat,
each thrumming in time with the other.
Friction and heat,
flushed bodies entwined,
the building of pleasure
exploding into the birth of our world,
all in time with the beat of the drums,
the frenzied dancing of intoxicated bodies,
and bonfires burn to cinder and ash.
With creation complete and
bodies united, all collapse
where they fall, to sleep until daybreak,
and the new dawning sun,
when all will rise and
go about their daily lives.



Author's Notes: I've said it before, and I will say it again. There is somethng mysterious and intriguing.....intoxicating about the rites of fertility that occur during the spring. There is an unattainable freedom that can be touched in that moment, which is unseen in our daily lives. ^ _ ^