The Dance The dance is confident.
Where may I locate him?
As I uncover my soul,
I find him residing within my very being.
It is only here that I witness my face,
No longer blushing with pink strands of blush,
My tresses turning silvery grey against the black tinge of my decaying teeth.
In a single lifetime,
How many chances does the heart have to face the empty portals of life?
Like a vibrant youth,
Now impervious to my new complexion,
I am mesmerized,
A ladder never before climbed.
I witness the peculiar and nameless inviting me to the gentle sway of the ocean,
Virtuous,
Ordinary,
And whole.
Finally enamoured by life itself.