In gentle, nimble loops and spirals, bound
in hoops of golden light and rusted chains,
I take my place upon the soggy ground
and, slowly, start the waltzing of my pains.
This strange and slow revolving through the years
is slowly tearing out my heart and soul
until the earth is flooded with my tears
and all I quickly shattered is made whole.
The beauty of eternity cries out
through life’s slow hardships. I shall dance
with tear-stained, smiling eyes and hopeful shout
until I rest in sweet Divine Romance.
I dance til chains of memories shall die,
til I at last in peaceful slumber lie.