Your name darts through the dark
and fades in the deadly embrace
of silence.
Nothing's to be heard.
Suddenly,
out of nowhere,
there comes a sound of footsteps,
and – oh, Almighty! –
you enter my furnished hell
and begin to dance.
Perhaps it is not you at all
but Her Majesty Love herself
dances on the live coals of passion,
performing for the only audience
and the greatest enemy –
Time!
And what a dance that is, too!
Dance
that blows apart every pattern
mastered on a web of doubts!
Dance
that sets fire to every corner of mind
plunged into shades of fear!
Dance
that melts down the strongest chains
of mortality!
And that is the Dance of Love
which beauty and power
leaves Time with nothing
but a genuine desire
to applaud and kneel,
acknowledging defeat
and recognizing
The Queen of Eternity,
The Empress of Perfection...
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© Copyright: Маргарита Крымская, 2008
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