The dance continues.
I see you skipping away,
your laughter blending with other partners who take your hands,
your steps no longer in tune with mine,
mine moving away also to a different drum.
Of course there is a sadness.
We cling to what has been,
even as it changes into what can never again be.
But there is joy also,
joy in the dance,
circling round,
never ending,
a sweet serpent devouring its own tail,
coiled around the Tree of Life.
Just for a moment we were enchanted by the nectar from its fangs,
our minds clouded by its blandishments,
seeking to be like gods,
believing its broken promises.
But Lucifer, too, is part of the plan.
How could anything not be that is?
But this moving away,
as much as our merry meeting,
that too.
God speed.
17/05/08, 9.29am
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