Dance Of Souls
The dance of souls,
The dance of fate
Each dancing alone,
Each one,
Arriving too late
The dance goes on and on,
It never truly ends
For each soul lusts for joy
Each one,
Trying to escape their fate
Gliding across the floor,
To and fro
Entangled,
Enlightened and desired
Still, the band plays on,
As if eternal
The cords flowing,
Streaming, singing
This dance,
This promenade, amaranthine
Yet the danseurs never tire,
They never quit
They dance as if,
Their very lives depend on it
And in reality,
To be true, they actually do
For the day the music stops
And the lights go dim
The final curtain will drop,
And their eternity will begin
poem by Eric Paeplow
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