Moving On

The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life the dance will end; we take the bow from this tall tale - goodbye to strife at end of day- our story’s done now we say, we had our chance, we had our dance. Shall I now say you had me in a twirl- locked in your embrace I felt my once shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl you knew, to your final tune will dance no more, will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.