Dance in the Fog
Poem for Day 101 – 20150411
Haze surrounds me, walking asleep,
stumbling through a life incomplete.
Could I awake for a mere moment
to see a world that surrounds me?
Cast of characters on a stage of life,
roles written on a script unseen.
So many people in my biography
with purposes that the playwright conceals.
The fog parts for when you are here,
a glimpse is seen of a valued peer.
No matter the occupation or age,
there is a reason for this situation.
Femme fatale or motherly guide,
valued confidant or sly corrupter,
platonic friend or something more,
can I foretell what you will be to me?
Look to the divine for guidance now,
a ray through the overcast clouds looks down.
Shining upon the one that I see
in life's entanglements, you and me.
As long as the music plays, we will dance.
My life unfolding, made more complete.
Whatever your role, whoever you are,
I am glad to consider you part of my world.
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