Fly The Dance Fantastic
Fly the Dance Fantastic!
Oh, moon of second nights,
of second hopes,
of second thoughts.
The Dance is just begun as lovers leave,
Their weary wanderings homeward,
bound to wounds of yet another cut.
Hither home the weary dancer reeling,
As turns... turn into turning to- and yet another show,
And flowers fall amid the dust of their destruction
Like summer leaves that finally answer winter?s call.
Where yawns the morn.
That yellow light of crisp appeal
That slides into my life
with welcome warmth
and fearful fire.
It holds me spellbound with its soft- illusion
While I step the music!
Yes, fly the Dance Fantastic.