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 ©