Let’s dance the last dance

Four short poems

Let’s dance the last dance

And fill out arms with roses.

Let’s take the colours of the dawn,

And pour them into sunset’s ocean.

 

On the edge of tide and time,

I reach out and touch your face,

Damp with feather-soft spray,

Capturing this moment,

Where time still has meaning.

 

In the broad meadows of moonlight,

The foxes play and field mice shiver,

And I watch their gentle magic,

Watch the web of life enfold them,

In a glorious silver mantle.

 

Take them with you, when you go,

The hills, the trees and the sky,

Keep them for me on the other side,

I’ll be with you by and by.