The Last Dance
(for my Father)
The ichor darkness so sublime
the feast is finished, fruit left dying on the vine.
Wilted roses, petals lost in the wind,
perhaps it is best to finish the cycle before it begins
Life cut short in its prime, isn't fate so sublime??
I remember your smile and warm blue eyes, ones that held no guile and wern't disguised.
Rose of Ashlaron
lost in tyme
never again to dance the waltz divine.
You taught me much in such a short space.
You had shown me beauty and grace.
The lake we spent so many summers on on is now still no ripple of life.
The wind blows softly the moon is silver above..
Ah, how my heart aches to remember..
I cast your ashes to the wind..
the cycle now over, yet I cannot again begin.
You will always dance in my memmories..
just at the end of the cycle , save the last dance for me...
~Shadowdancer ~
CRH
5-9-07
