With a hand dipped in moonlight
He walks by the waters edge to catch a glimpse of himself
Of sound mind, and electric body
He steps into the shadows
The refection now more real than the man
Echoing footsteps recall sounds of the dance
Forever etched into the sand, of diamond grain
The Ballad of Joseph
July 10th, 2009 | Journal, Poetry
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