This is a re-post, with a few words changed here and there...for some of the friends I already have, and some I haven't yet met who question themselves and their relationships...I guess at the end of the day, all you can ask yourself is: Am I still willing to dance?
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In the Masquerade of love
we all dance…
A whirlwind blur of chance and circumstance
where truths are hidden behind painted skin and
smooth, tailored guises
The strings begin and we willingly bind hands and hearts,
heads tilted in laughter and unabashed confidence
Bodies close, destinies entwined,
strangers in step with time
Content with masked perfection and changing melodies
But do we know how long the music will last?
Do we ever know…
How long can we suffer the strong poses and graceful gestures
that hide the lone tear and exhausted smile?
And what of the lull?
The in-between breaths when we are free to choose
another face…a different pace…
more colorful adornments
in favor of the same rhythm and attire
When faced with your choice of masquerades
would you take your last bow and your leave of me?
Or would you stand with me in patient faith
knowing the music would play again and
we could dance once more?
Always once more…
When the last of the strings are stilled of their cadence,
would you withdraw your arms from my hopeful embrace
in search of the next refrain?
Or would you stand, unmasked and unadorned
with your scars and uncertainties
still holding fast to my flawed beauty and muted imperfections?
When the lull begins
can you still feel the music?
Would you still reach for me -
a willing partner to the quell in tempo
and the displacement of steps?
Within the echoes of a quicker pace
and the walled memories of freedom
you will find me still reaching for you…
still willing to dance
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