The Dance Poem by Erwin Maramat

One day...

...you'll come to know,

with life's hands dangling around your neck,

as you sway gracefully under the swirling shadows of uncertainty,

to the symphony of time,

your blurry vision will come to see

that life stays young.

Her glowing face wears the light of today,

youthful as those of tender spirits coming of age.

Life stays young,

while she flirted with you

with promises of dreams ahead

all but one promise is kept,

that door which all of humanity is bound to exit

that the time in between was but a transit.

She leaps into the arms of another,

as she bids you farewell,

plants a kiss on your forehead and an imprint on your soul, when the dance is over,

we all must go.

—E. D. Maramat/ Erwinism