The Swan Dance

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premonition of hips against mine to a weary man who lost all sight writing equations upon cave walls without light. Which direction do we go, up, down, left, or right? I feel your heart beating in unusion to mine a rhythm ever so perfect, a tempo felt in my spine. O! my dearest angel, hence soon do we cross the river of Lethe, and drink from the fountain of youth. Do we dare bite the apple, from the tree of immortality, to choose between infinite heartbreak or eternal happiness that ensues? O! my dearest love, it’s too late, for Pandora’s box lies open with our clothes tossed about the room naked, our bodies entangled in destinies mighty swoon. The fates stand laughing for I, nothing more than the Shakespearian fool, Watch thee flee, fearfully back to his undeserving arms another demon to tempt me leaving me once more staring out into the space of that far away dream an epitaph already written, billions of years of destiny. And just before the Fall, you come to catch me ressuct me, hard as diamond, yet malleable as bamboo. Like the sun to the moon or the opening of a rose peddle when the warmth of the world is precise uou come to show me the way back from suicide to bestow hope to a dying man to bring for

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th love that lies dormant in a heart so sad. I feel you next to me I feel your breath as you whisper words of immortality in the land of impossible wonders, contained in a breath The words that resound forever within me, Never to falter Never to fade Never to forget Never to die But I wonder, as I’ve always wondered, are we, in this lifetime, too late?</p><p id="a152">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2021</p><p id="5b3f"><i>This poem (or a version of it) was originally written in 2009, but way before the poet had the talent to remold it into what you read now.</i></p><p id="10ca">If you enjoyed this poem, you might also want to read:</p><div id="8896" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/another-lifetime-ago-b6c9ca1e5ded"> <div> <div> <h2>Another Lifetime Ago</h2> <div><h3>A poem about youth, mistakes, and self-growth.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*mZgfSGp_olX1BI-X)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A ballet of poetry

O! my truest love, who holds my heart so delicately, in a clenching fist of an ignoble plight, how many times can we truly do this, how much longer can not decide? If I am worthy of your moments, and beckoning adore, yet back and forth, I create origami doorways for you to unfold, altering your quantum phase as I write my sonnets upon seashells, like dead sea scrolls of time and fate waves of a moonlit bioluminescent sea littered with our cosmic twilight dreams crashing amongst the jagged mossy rocks below the lighthouse warbling beam where the keeper hath taken leave, broken-hearted with the poet's malaise closer we grasp to the echo of final days but why, in the reality of sensual form do we push each other farther off the cliffs of the forlorn? A stampede of fearful cattle, an eclectic premonition of hips against mine to a weary man who lost all sight writing equations upon cave walls without light. Which direction do we go, up, down, left, or right? I feel your heart beating in unusion to mine a rhythm ever so perfect, a tempo felt in my spine. O! my dearest angel, hence soon do we cross the river of Lethe, and drink from the fountain of youth. Do we dare bite the apple, from the tree of immortality, to choose between infinite heartbreak or eternal happiness that ensues? O! my dearest love, it’s too late, for Pandora’s box lies open with our clothes tossed about the room naked, our bodies entangled in destinies mighty swoon. The fates stand laughing for I, nothing more than the Shakespearian fool, Watch thee flee, fearfully back to his undeserving arms another demon to tempt me leaving me once more staring out into the space of that far away dream an epitaph already written, billions of years of destiny. And just before the Fall, you come to catch me ressuct me, hard as diamond, yet malleable as bamboo. Like the sun to the moon or the opening of a rose peddle when the warmth of the world is precise uou come to show me the way back from suicide to bestow hope to a dying man to bring forth love that lies dormant in a heart so sad. I feel you next to me I feel your breath as you whisper words of immortality in the land of impossible wonders, contained in a breath The words that resound forever within me, Never to falter Never to fade Never to forget Never to die But I wonder, as I’ve always wondered, are we, in this lifetime, too late?

This poem (or a version of it) was originally written in 2009, but way before the poet had the talent to remold it into what you read now.

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