Dances are of silver and in gold

I never would 

have thought, 

that time 

would pass 

in dances

of silver 

and in gold, 

the minutes 

like hours 

and days 

like prophecies 

unforetold, 

for tonight 

the moon 

is slipping,

away 

from the eastern 

sky, 

chasing dreams 

of a summer’s day, 

for she left him

and alone

did time 

without saying

farewell

and goodbye.

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