ENDLESS DANCE

Laying down on the rocks,

Longing for that quiet bliss,

Crying the tears of “I am done”.

Still  hearing the drums,

Beating the call for the dance.

Remembering all those promises,

Melting away  at the dawn.

Watching other  dancers,

Getting ready to fly away.

Aching in the dungeons,

Dreaming of a promised land.

One last dance, says the master of ceremony.

Drums gather around,

And rumble all the walls,

Once more the sanctuary is down.

Knowing there is no other chance,

Relentlessly joining the endless dance,

Surrendering  to the  night.

The owl shows all the trails,

Left by the  ancient dancers,

In search of  hidden treasures.
Now dancing the dark away,
Flying higher and higher,
Reaching for Ra's hand,
To burn by his fire,
To be harnessed by the light.

                                                       6 March 2012

                                                      (For all the dancers I have danced with)