Shall we dance
in tired dreams –
revitalise the moisture
of daydreams?
Shall we sing
our daydreams –
rekindle long lost fires
and dampened themes?
Shall we dance?
Shall we sing?
Or just quit
and become farewell friends
of first impressions,
leaving behind lingering,
fragrant sessions,
of whimsical, musical memories
their lesions ache now,
scarred with the past
and pride’s mistakes?
Let staccato notes play
out each day –
high pitched and alone;
rapid, fiery, no rhythm, no sway?
On separate sheets of music,
we have become
as disjointed as the notes
and their stinging hum.
So, shall we dance?
Shall we sing?
Or, just call it a day?
As it Comes 