The Final Waltz

Could one pull shadows from the wall
Or glean a truth from wistful fall
When the bar is so firmly set
And salted wounds stay not your quest

Elusive visions yours to hold
As to coddle in acts so bold
And ignore writings on the wall
And heed not the past sad resolve 

For like a martyr you seek due
As faltering step gives a clue
From pages looming ghosts have sat
In an illusion fading fast

The beating drum its echo vies
With common sense for blinded eyes
That do not worry skies are gray
As strands of dust seem to remain 

It's hitch the wagons and move on
Where trails merge in waning sun
Yet there is nothing you won't try
To keep a dream by candlelight

For each bruise from contrary soul
Your grip won't slip for hope you know
May be gasping yet your attire
Speaks volumes of your inner fire

The past buried and stored away
You fashion keys to use today
For doors they open from both sides
Only effort will tell you why

So dream on let the music play
Enjoy the waltz of rhythm sway
And once fevered dance leaves floor bare
Exhale a breath for you were there