National Poetry Month Day 12: Last Dance #NaPoWriMo

We trip the light fantastic, and darkly, in my daily poem for Day 12 Of National Poetry Month...

The Last Dance

Our starlit night, a celestial crown

perched in glory atop our lives.

The music begins, a rhythmic waltz;

it’s our final dance, before the end.

Perched in glory, atop our lives,

splayed out, together memories;

moments we laughed, or cried.

The music begins, a rhythmic waltz;

the strains of our favorite Strauss

imbue the night and our hearts.

It’s our final dance, before the end,

before that concluding breath,

before that last kiss of forever.

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