Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Save the last dance for me.

Dancing in the sand,
we leave an ephemeral trace;
then the wind blows our footprints away,
as if we never came to this place.

But those with whom we danced
will never forget their delight,
and when the day is ended,
will dance away the night.


Anonymous said...

I am so proud to dance with you, to beating words and thoughts.
Forever charmed by your life, your loves, your undiminished energy.
It's easy to leave out unseen things in my Thanksgiving thanks,
but Volchin, you are definitely at the top of the list, whether I say so or not.

Fran w.

Anonymous said...

This blog is definitely getting less grim.