Before the End

Waltzing at sundown, we tread the shadows,

Our footsteps softly imprinting in the dust;

And music, faint and swooning,

Drifts out from an open window down the street.


Step by step, we gently sway,

Turning slow circles in the empty lane.

Behind us, the sky’s an orange blur

And the sinking sun – it slowly fades.


Even as darkness slowly cloaks us in its embrace,

We continue stepping to the melancholic beat,

Knowing that the end draws near

And slowly dancing circles all the same.




This entry was published on January 10, 2013 at 7:27 PM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

write the fox

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: