Echo’s in Time – The Dance of Life
We dance the Dance of Life,
Arms held high to the sky.
Our feet move faster and faster,
To music that only we can hear.
We start out swaying gently,
Entering our own private space.
The music in our mind
Becomes louder and louder …
more and more discordant.
The lines blur,
Fragmenting our private space.
Where there was once softness and light,
There are now dark, jagged edges.
We dance the Dance of Life,
Moving quickly to avoid these jagged edges.
We dance the Dance of Life,
Through the echo’s in time.
© February 2010 Bonnie Cehovet
