Inspired by the painting.
Dance with Red She invites the winds when she is alone She invites the light from the stars that never shone She whispers to Gaea thought she never speaks she whispers to Marina’s softness, and tears run down her marble cheeks She has a soothing rythm like the waves against the reeves She does not move her lips but her song never leaves With a clasp of pure respect the winds catch her dark, glimmering hair The earth beneath her bless her touch when they feel her caress - so clear Silence falls like rain when she stops in her dance and stands there, distant from the world with time, lying in her hands The air is filled with tension from the walk of beauty she lead and as she moves again time floats in her dance with Red.
1997 © Ingvild Gregersen
©Jonathon Earl Bowser
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