There is a Dance

There is a dance,

From the carnival side,

It spins us around

To the carousel ride,

And when the night is on fire,

We’re burning alive,

As life is endlessly turning.

There is a poem,

On the bathroom stall,

Etched in crimson

On the atrium wall,

And though I’m still young,

I know of the fall,

Of the barriers that separate our spirit.

There is a memory,

In the heart of the dead,

A lonely lullaby

For all things unsaid,

And while we all have a desire,

That twirls in our heads,

Someone is endlessly waiting.

There is a dream,

At the edge of the earth,

A poisoned existence,

We are cursed at birth,

And nobody knows

What a human is worth,

But we’d lie through our teeth for the answer.

But there is comfort,

In the words of the blind,

Though our flesh will rot,

It’s our love that binds,

And littered in this world,

Lay the cold and unkind,

But we search for the trace of transcendence.