prose for monday.

we are dancing
dancing

and we are old
and we are remembering it all
as we turn under the stars and twinkle lights
all strung in a canopy among the branches overhead

where has all the time gone?
like sweet melodies in a minor key,
so bittersweet.

no second helpings.
it comes and goes just the once
and we are left frozen and speechless at its irrevocable beauty.

poignant?
yes, to the point of tears.
all this beauty and all this pain
lived over and over again.

maybe if i can keep laughing
i can keep my sanity.