Spirit Dance (Poem)

A daylight painted in a night shade In the circle of a thunderous grumble... 'you have hid your beautiful self under beautiful clothes'. But then, I saw she spoke to no one. Near the quiet  pathway which separated us from spirits   at the market where three paths dance in direction of the gods.. . Ah! Aziza danced up dust to his sacred being Magnified by the quiet presence of the pathways. She spoke again, 'good for you You have hid yourself Under the restful shade of earth'. When I could see she was dressed as the unbeautiful look seated by some flesh of,  swollen earth, I Knew suddenly. A daylight vanishing to her peaceful rest In the circle of a thunderous grumble I staring with her  In Silence...