A Dance.

Though my mind is content, with dealings of days that blend together like colors on canvas

My heart tends to burst from seams unseen, spilling desires and failures across my soul

Scattering two lives within, blending roses with embers

Such duality makes concerted efforts for change a dream, a nightmare upon an alter of nothingness

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Yet between two colliding stars, lies a piece of hope that trumpets a tune sweet as divine nectar

A melody of the ancestors before me, lives unseen with intention felt to my hollow core

They play there song of past mistakes, with wishes of a future filled with joyous tribulation

I ponder there melody more often than I should, between chaos there is beauty from the ones I have not yet met

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One could imagine a painting, a snow ladened landscape, with destruction close by

With creatures that burrow for warmth, finding solace in homes of nature creation

Only to bellow unto the night, as the darkness threatens to swallow them alive

Perhaps this is how it should be, two ends of the same spectrum, dueling each other with lives that stand in between

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But in the end it is just that, life upon the doorstep of death

A dance eternal, with no winner in site

Only the motion that goes along with it, with a tune so beautiful it takes breath from the living

Maybe one day I will learn this dance, until then, I will hold Hope in the midst as these two stars collide