we danced a sweet gavotte that night, my beautiful and me
while others were arrayed in chains, we danced and we were free
still someone blew the candles out, and colours faded fast
and silence spread across the land, and came to us at last
but words are there for us to use, each in their own way
to speak the hours of night’s debauch, or blessings of the day
and once we had those very words, to come when we would call
a silver sea of metaphors into which we could fall
and swim our course to heaven’s door, to hammer on the wood
and turn our faces from the dark, in seeking all that’s good
we could in truth be nothing more, than what would remain
when lives have been all washed away, just memories and pain
we danced a sweet gavotte that night, my beautiful and me
but we were kidding no-one, when we played at being free

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  1. damommza

     /  December 17, 2013

    Interesting poem. The words paint a very stark portrait of the end of the world..I was left with the image of two skeletons dancing.. Very dark..very deep…

  2. abikertoo

     /  December 18, 2013

    Izz deh baer boenz ubba peeps dayutz daynnseun, doan dey klakk tewgevveur beyooteeflee wenh dey tweuurl aeraound!!


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