Life is a dance,

A back and forward romance,

Between myself and the other outside me.

It is the world;

It is love;

It is a God high above;

Sometimes push,

Sometimes shove,

Sometimes embracing;

Giving meaning to the present

In an exercise of life

We cut the past and future cleanly

As if this moment were a knife

Forgetting all we hold inside ourselves

Now all is music,

Nothing strife

And the movement is the only spirit that really matters.

So today you are too close to me,

Tomorrow far too distant

And one look and you are next to me

In the turning of an instant

In my memory,

In my mind,

In the feelings I will find

Where my soul will try to wind

Itself a dervish.

2012.11.15.0800 ©