Revolving Door

A constant round of circles;
Leading nowhere, never ending -
Looking always for the way;
Evidently lost, not pretending.

A cycle of will non-existent;
The other cycles continue to spin -
Revolving always, forever behind;
There is never any way to win.

Perfectly in sync at different paces;
Never any closer or farther away -
Missing the exit on every round;
It wasn't meant to be this way.

A dance of circumstance or penance?
Born of only the closed mind -
The heart waits for its release;
The music box knows only its wind.

Dance of the Muse

Glittered in love, straight from the center -
The muse that waltzes through my soul;
A never ending emulsion of the unexpected -
The flow of spirit, the beautiful goal.

A dance like no other underneath the stars -
Moonlight glowing through the shadows;
Taken away to another place and time -
Basking in all the soul hallows.

Unconditional and unbridled fiery passion -
A moment of mesmerizing eternity;
Pages multiplying as if by themselves -
Leaving in the wake, blessed serenity.