Last Dance

I chose not of her company,

Yet she sought mine,

I reveled not in her pleasure

And drank not of her vine.

She danced in darkness

And I in the light,

Yet, I resisted not her calling

When said this was my last dance tonight.

For she is of tomorrow

And I of today,

for when she plays her callings song,

Both you and I have not a choice, but to sing along.

For the days do pass like the blowing of the wind,

And we like seasons come to our timely end.

Yet I fear not this dance

For it is but a whisper, a mere nuance

Of the grand waltz yet to come.

For with my peace made

I in truth shall revel in this promenade.

I will take this chance

When my time comes

For my last dance.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004