Diamon, the dance eternal

the dizziness of losing equalibrium
the pendulum swing
of mine beating, yearning heart.
Dynamism and kenetic energy,
motion and growth,
movement and dancing.
Am I falling? I am I daft?

Moving forward in the dance
and yet, succor to the muse
to the force, the ever present myth.

This is life, the tears and the joy
the screams and the loneliness.
Dance eternal, I hear your call. 

and answer, in measure. 

Diamon, I tarry no longer. 
I answer the call.