Dance

A thing happens, then another Our thoughts succumb to the other If they don't, they imbibe our color Lead us to act without a mirror If we get back our senses, we picture How could we avoid a moment of despair Yes, a moment of repair before a moment of despair Yes, a moment to distract before a moment of repair All possible, however, sigh, reactive we were Shadows on the walls we were Sigh, afraid of ourselves we were Sigh, each one could have talked to the other That in my view would have been proper We must, in spite of this, listen to ourselves and to the others Forge whatever, that is now, and worthy to cheer! To create whatever is worthy and also dear! As whatever is now, will become rear And Lo and Behold! what we felt distant becomes near! As with awe we come to bear!