Minuet

Here's a little dance
Learn it well, for
Others may tell you
Hearts are made to weep
But in the early hours
Of morning, something
Moves inside you
Life is what it is
Yearning for another
chance to fall
Or rise, you need the wave
The sky's early tide
Scarlet shells splashed
Upon indigo sand
Subtle gifts of shadow
And light, shifting you
Towards dawn
There are other days
Other awakenings
Death is not the sanctuary
Of being, but a minuet in time


© J.L.Stanley
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