As you stepped off stage
Soft dropped the movements gracious.
Men and kings linger,
Their sagas fading from view
Into past, that vows to slew.
There, where you last danced,
The art droops with languished self.
Only He, not content
With divine glee, looks pleased as
You, who reified Him, returns.
Soft dropped the movements gracious.
Men and kings linger,
Their sagas fading from view
Into past, that vows to slew.
There, where you last danced,
The art droops with languished self.
Only He, not content
With divine glee, looks pleased as
You, who reified Him, returns.
Aug 9, 2012