...The Dance Beneath My Feet

This life is like a meeting place

Of times that slip through our embrace

The heave and ho of hold-let-go

Molds tender love-lines to the face

For as we strive to learn each step

Time changes what we must accept

To never love because we fear

The dance that moves us year through year

Across a floor toward the door

Of parting’s sweet farewell and tear

Would be to miss the kiss of bliss

That have-and-hold and let-go is

We stumble, fall, rise up; stand tall

Grasping at wherefores of it all

While, all the while we brave the smiles

Of love’s brutal beckoning call

For we were made for such as this

The touch, the taste, the farewell kiss

How seamlessly the seasons flow

From bud to leaves upon the snow

How smooth the glass of come-to-pass

Refurbishes its hold-let-go

And we, for all Time's moment-gold

Cannot keep one wink in our hold

 

Yet, lonesome loveless life would be

This great undoing part of me

Suffers because that which once was

Sometimes returns in sympathy

To whisper wisdom bittersweet

And teach the dance beneath my feet

© Janet Martin