A last Dance

The dance series


Sleepy since morning
Seeming to move mechanically
From one room to another
Fetching familiar faces
Countering blank stares.
I stumble and walk-
I enter through the blank door
The room is lit so bright
The smell of flowers and candles
benumbs my senses
The air so cool stills my ear
My ever so dry hair is wet
As I sit on the easy chair...
his lonesome corner;
My eyelids call a close..
I cry for a dance
A last dance of embracing cresendo
Before the lid is shut forever.