Dancing

music softly playing
as we sway on like trees
caught in the grip
of a level two hurricane
candles dim yet burning
showing passion on your face
and a tear in you eye
dear god, dear god, we have
never danced like this before

in sadness there is laughter
in crying there is dancing
so lets put our feet together
in a fit of pure depression
waltzing in a haze of gray
which forms a layer of dust
all over this dance floor
known only in our minds
dear god, dear god, we have
never danced like this before

your tears are like vodka
so I mix mine in to form a drink
that can easily be swallowed
and mistaken for something sweet
let us hold onto the flavor
while our feet do the talking
the walking, the twirling, the screaming
as we drift on in sweet silence
dear god, dear god, we have
never danced like this before

stepping on jagged glass
dancing on polished silver
which ever way is easier
we will dance that way forever
it's either do this, or cry
tears that will not land
on any parts of us
for we exist just as shadows
dear god, dear god, we have
never danced like this before

even when our faces burn
and melt, to show the skulls
even when our skeleton arms
can no longer grip each other
even when death
comes calling from the heavens
even when time
ceases to stop spinning
dear god, dear god, we will
never stop the dancing


~J.V.Harker~
~March 2009~