Wednesday, November 18, 2015

"Sway"

I enter on the balcony above the royal hall
And, as I gaze upon the guests, I think, once more, "Stand tall!"
That is the way to start the dance, the only dance that counts
With a will and with the strength to sway with swing and bounce
From life to life, no more the thought that ever wind will raise
The spectre of that struggle gone along with its own maze
For time does take unto itself, at last, to rake and raze
But, deep inside the endless soul looks on with steady gaze

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