The Lilac Dance


The lilac boughs hang heavy as we dance our strange duet,

Oblivion kisses gently, as the trembling forget.

Below there seeks the stranger, silent but for one,

Who screams and shakes and fails and falls, to lie down and be done.


The twilight hush is roaring as we quickstep to the tune

that ancient ghosts alone composed to serenade the moon,

Wielding power over nature, and time and tide and womb,

To wax and wane and rise and fall til midnight fades to noon.


We slow dance in the evening, below a setting sun.

Our doors are closing quietly, til all are shut but one.

With hands outstretched the music fades and the clocks begin to chime.

In distant echoes and empty halls the dance declares: you’re mine.


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