This poem is touching more on my surrealist work and will be the poem over one of the next short videos I will be making with my team!
This will be read in voice over as dancers will dance on the music and beat of the poem, representing the movement the mind and heart go through when one falls in love.
I hope to put this into production by the end of April, before flying off to Spain.
Enjoy!
Fio.
I rise and fall,
I fly and stumble,
Light as led,
Heavy as air
Caught in the eye of the cyclone
Sitting proud on my throne
There is nothing to be done
It still may come undone
Life is nothing but trouble
Love is all and humble
I watch you tremble
You see me assemble
The peace of your head
The pieces of my mind
Melted and forged
Like a flowing river
sliding down the hills of fever
gently falling on cotton fields,
clouds of warmth
towers of refuge
elation and strength .
By Fiona Cross
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