How many steps will it take
to reach the Everafter?
One step? Two steps?
Or more?
Will I be found
standing still,
looking back?
Will that time catch me
in the midst of a Waltz,
or in lively surge of movement,
leaving me breathless and blushing?
Or, perhaps, procrastinating with life,
not hearing the music at all,
having grown deaf,
as the band plays on?
How many steps,
I know not,
but this I do;
it is to my choosing,
to dance -
or not.


Comments: 6
** The format is just great for the poem, too!
You metaphor with grace and talent. I really enjoyed this great poem.