Atonement’s Dance Card

When pollen abounds,
beckoning across the stream,
invitation calls,
let us dance the dance.

For soon…

Love's children will come,
seeking what is known as
Nature's essence merging,
becoming one with,
everything beautiful.

Such might be the imaginings
of one from barred windows,
stretching visions beyond boundaries
of turret housed weapons,
accepting dark-walled meditation,
while razor wire dissuasion
adjudicates freedom in abeyance,
sorrow in exchange.

Someday…

Time might invite me too,
for atonement's dance card
patiently waits,
never filled,
remaining forever open

for the final dance.