I cannot dance, I will not dance
I do not dance at all
I am sick, beyond repair
And my dancing days are through
Yet music spins my anguished thoughts
In decapitated motion
I close my eyes, recall a time.

I am not allowed to follow
Pain drags me like a lodestone
Back to my static present
Song subsides
I fear my life is ending.

A saviour! My less feeble friend
Who will not watch me dying
Cossets me in woollen love
And wheels me from my darkness
To the world of lights
Where I once danced
As those do now before me
My dimming eyes feed hungrily.

Death grants me
A short encore.

Copyright Diny FvK








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