Eric Paeplow

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