Delicately Choreographed Dance

By the end
of this
dream life
as we
glide
or stumble
from path
to journey
road block
or stepping stone
not a macabre
scheme
in the moment
unaware
of the transformation
the information
the lack of overload
double-fisted
hands of fate
stride in
never tipping
“its” intention
knowing full well
ignorance
is not a defense
in the land
of the law
the freedom
of choice
the unwritten
page in our
personal stories…
but is a gift
from God
at times
and others
a curse
you my friend
though you try
I’m sure…
between word
and song
sip of wine
catch yourself
letting go
drifting off
across the sound
can not forget
may not recall
my name
…out loud
in an awkward
moment
or
the deepest
color of my eyes
transparent brown
but you will
in that place
held close
to the vest
where the heart
protects
Pandora’s box
…we’ve come to call
dare not open
except
on precious occasion
in the privacy
of your own
desire
for a tender
moment
interlude
set of circumstance
caesura
the harmony
that was shared
within a breath
between
two people
on a path
that intersected
not so long ago
will not
be denied…

We are not frozen
isolated in a prism
variegation
memories sojourn
we are a
delicately
choreographed dance…

© 2013 TrilbyYates


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