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
Love this poem of Dancing Souls. It is so important to remember to keep dancing. That day will come for all of us when we dance our final step so strike up that band and keep dancing while you can!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful......fate and soul the dansseurs yet one always late....entwined yet like tom and jerry chasing or teasing each other.....so beautifully put in simple words...10/10