The Pattern Of Life

Her swirling skirt

Shadows her movements

The grace instilled in the light cloth.

The motion of her feet

Mimic the music flowing from her body.

I watch, my breath held still

As her pace quickens and

Sudden jerks appear in a

Distant light fluid,

Anger has surfaced.

In bare seconds, it ends,

Though in my state, a thousand years.

My heart is frozen, as I see her fall

The swirling skirt, now dead

A tangle holding an angel.

The music, a melancholy voice,

Shatters my soul, at her misery.

Softly, a sound, and her legs,

Enchanted, move slowly.

The skirt shadows once more,

In grace.

Her movements start anew

However, my mesmerized mind,

Notices not, the pattern of

Life.