The dance.

The dance,
The twisting
The whirling,
The rhythm
The melody and music.
We kid ourselves,
We are not dancing,
The dance,
Dances with us.
It leads us,
Through the light,
The dark
And the inevitable greyness.
Life is a dance,
The musicians play their craft
And we gather on the dance floor,
And we dance,
And the dance dances,
And life continues,
Surprising,
Silent,
Sensuous,
Sometimes a savage,
Sometimes a saint.
Dancing.
We are dancing
With eternity,
Never reaching an end,
Dancing
With the music of life.


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