Stern Grief extends an imperative hand
But I tell him I am engaged
I’d rather dance this one with gentle Sorrow
Than submit to Grief’s bleak demands.
I stop for a break, for a drink
To stand alone in a dark balcony
One with the cool evening breeze
And I remember the many dances I’ve danced.
I remember being twirled around by Joy
Lights, colors, smells all alive around us.
And I remember when Gladness took my hand
And we moved together, our hearts one.
But there are demands that cannot be denied
And Chaos and Tragedy will get their turn.
I dance, I dance with everyone
But Grief stands watching and knows his time will come.
My hand is cool in his and my gaze direct
Every hair in place, but I stumble just a bit
He holds me up, his hands are steady
And his eyes don’t waver from mine.
He parts from me punctiliously, our dance done,
Hands me to Serenity, and bows before he leaves
“Goodbye,” I say, “Farewell!”
I keep dancing, but my lips are now smiling
He left and took my fear from me.