By Crystevin
Date: 11 May 1999

Dance of Fools

We dance about
merged from within
forged throughout
a simple matter
of complex issues
in which mastery
and skill elude
the greatest players.

Romantic interludes
of intestinal fortitude
are not nefarious
but remain covert
with solemn purpose.

Timing is everything
yet there never is
any time
to begin with.

The melancholy tempts
your soul
and the thought process
comes full circle again.

Love,
doubt,
insecurity and jealousy
followed by sorrow,
repentance,
hope and then,
love once again.
May I have this dance?