Gracious Two Step

Dancing so wildly maybe equally carefree
One eye stuck in position, one eye may believe
That one and one and one should somehow come to three
How fast such novelty fades or maybe we cede
Like serene billowing clouds seeking calmer wind
With familiar currents saying hello again

Parsing hairstyles become definitions well bent
Polishing rag in hand to restore a good friend
Memory, sometimes forgotten, like rustic maze
Dead End street signs clang out snapshots of yesterday
From the gallery, still under construction panes
Find meditative journey by turning each page
For refills of laughter in sorrow touched aging

Answering tea leaves, swirling a wand to pretend
Banana peel slips, castles of sand, playful grin
Seconds ticking, trying hard not to be observed
Graciously pardon them for silence as they blur
Days in a life so figuratively moving
Grooving to experience beyond the two step
Miss it, yes, miss it, but to be part of this play
Rhapsody sings evocations as colors fade

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, abeyance counting signs
Seasonal arrays, firm arrangements, lies and lines
Decoding cardboard faces, marking each attempt
Maybe tomorrow's a fine day as today spins
Goals, lists and excuses and some temporal facts
Look to the skies, falling or calling out next dance
As spots of paper loosen from these island walls
And as dawning glides into sunsets moon shine calls

Streak on wayward star and give each day a fashion
Reminders of truths, dreams not bereft of passion
The singing paint brush, readies for untold fables
The guiding hand, exploring mind, works with angels
As the numbers counting backwards remain aside
Like Don Quixote finding grains in troubled mind
What ballyhoo could dissemble this dance of life
As the two step dances on like vanishing wine