Swan Song Dance

A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring Dances as a dainty ballerina in the amorous air Enters many enthralled hearts that solely sing For her to dance to their tune with luring flair. To her sensuous surrealist world she takes them Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem Youth wilts with passing years, she does not care. Time plays with her lonely life the unkind game She falls from the heights of admiration and grace Gnawing apathy, an infliction she could not tame Arc light fades as obscurity pervades to embrace. Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace She burns the affliction that agonized her for so long. __________________ April 12, 2022 A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest