Wanting to prolong
joy I keep a soap-bubble moment
alive – watching two
young dancers perform the same enchanting scenes again, delighting in creamed icing
of true classical ballet
Less enamoured with the dance and being impatient
you could not, you’d rather continue to walk in dreary
reality without the edges shining – whereas I need to
drink in all joy and beauty to fortify my heart
When returned to the darkest parts of reality, the
repetitive dissonance of a grey monotone reciting
litanies of criminal deeds with recriminations has
me buried by it –unable to dream of assistance
Failure is a testament to the strength of my desire to
reach for spiritual life where my need for roots and
anchors led to my changing into a root anchoring
me without beauty, music and harmony – though
I listen to song, sway with the dance – beyond life’s
metronome slowly coming to a standstill
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