a glance, those eyes, an open-air theater to our souls
the actors on the stage
miming emotion while spinning on the silks
screaming burning running to you
answer the question, answer the unspoken
the actors dance in a circle
singing ring around the roses, ashes, death
perhaps i can see them dance if i gaze long enough
i step so softly, this heartbeat rhythm in my ears
its a dance its a ritual its my pain
its like i'm walking on fire in shoes of steel
such elegance, such whimsey
we're spinning together in our eyes
its a glance that lasts a thousand years
but then it's over
(c) 2012
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