Dancing With Ten Thousand Faces of Beauty

Amid ten thousand faces of Beauty, and I would choose but one,
One to love, to love me, and bath me in her golden sun;
But the curse laid upon me from my birth, when life had just begun
Forbids sweet charity for the lonely soul so lonely and alone…

So I’ll dance with ten thousand faces of Beauty
For the chance,
Chance to love but one in the wild dance we dance.

One River of Beauty, twisting and turning and ever flowing,
She never changes, despite harsh winds of hatred blowing;
Quickly now her waters, then slowly, dim yet also clear,
Translucent and wholesome yet sinister and oh-so austere….

So I’ll dance with ten thousand faces of Beauty
For the chance,
Chance to love but one in the wild dance we dance.

I would have her lift me up from the very pits of hell,
Awaken me from daemonic spell, ere tolls my funeral bell;
I would have her fly me high into her heavens above,
But below do I live with Beauty, and so starved of love…

So I’ll dance with ten thousand faces of Beauty
For the chance,
Chance to love but one in the wild dance we dance.

What curse laid upon me from my birth, when life had just begun
Forbids sweet charity for my lonely soul so lonely and alone?
Yet never with one to love me, and bath me in her golden sun,
With ten thousand faces of beauty, heart mended and one soul won…

So I’m dancing with these ten thousand faces of Beauty,
Still chancing,
Chancing to love but one in the wild dance we’re dancing.


Note: First published in June 2015

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