The Last Dance
Move thy feet to me
Let us dance to the rhythm of our hearts;
Go to the oblivion cold spring of guilty roads and selfish love.
And drink the cup of our undying passion;
Could this be our last dance?
For our hearts know the reasons why.. for the second chance;
Before the phantom of dishonest morning dies:
Come! be with me my Poseidon..
Listen to the unheard melodies of the blue Jay;
A mind can forget, though it's questioning..
And a heart can remember, despite it's aching.
Weep must not we for sunset,
And have the Last dance!
Copyright © Rocell Grace Aranas | Year Posted 2017
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