There is no final dance
No significant closing chance
Understated
Undermined
Love and Passion
Just takes a bit of time
No looking toward the sky
For a fulfilling sign
I stretch the curtains
Of my wandering mind
I refuse to let go
Claiming there is a closing time
In my mind the scene changes
Arranges the lines around me
I hear that the weary word
From the wings of a low flying bird
Flapping wings unheard
We bend at the knee
To touch the ground cold
As I maintain my posture
But am getting old
There is no final dance
No closing notes
I will not hang my life work
On that whimsical hope
A Cup of Songwriting 