and we dance on graves
where forgotten dreams
we keep.
We dance in sin
and dance in love
and dance on through
our sleep.
We time our steps in rhythm to
the beatings of
our hearts.
With practiced moves
and charade of show
through all our stops and starts.
Until the day our spirits stir
and lead us on a chase
past the ritual of practiced steps,
footloose,
all o'er the place.
And on the day our spirits soar
and cause our feet
to fly,
we learn the truth
we're longing for -
we only dream we dream we die.
(c) 2/27/2007
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