A Sorrowful Dance
By Edward Taylor III
A Sorrowful dance in the wind, performed by an excluded soul lost in sin, tears fall as pirouette’s call to the lost soul,
hopelessness twirls with blind perception, darkness calls with a malicious obsession.
Broken inside, strength subsides, to a sorrowful dance in the wind.
“Where is the comfort, the loving embrace, who will wipe these tears from my face?”
Under the stars you can see the dancer scarred:
Leaping to grasp the joy seemingly so far out of reach, distant as the mocking moon, silent & sweet,
Who is this that dances with sorrow in the wind?
The motions of this dancers’ gloom ignite the fierceness of question: “Where is my hope, where is my solace, where…
The ground is struck, pounded by clinched fists,
Is the cry as the dancer sits, drenched in sweat & self-regret: with eyes to the sky & arms raised the dancer is lifted up by the wind to dance once again,
Then a whisper is heard in the night sky:
“Hold on my dancer your salvation draws nigh”…