Welcome to the Dance

     Slowly wandering down ever deeper into the canyon, the cowboy’s mind continued its drift back over the paths in his life. A laugh here, a tear there, without neither rhyme nor reason the fabric of his soul was laid bare before his lonely thoughts. The music it’s only common thread…


     In youth, the music was the background of the dance, the quest for happiness, and the sounds of young love. But youth fails to last, loves fade with time, and the music changes tempo, as it became the drums of war and strife. The dance has become marshal music, the sounds of flags aflutter in the wind, the choking back of tears at the sound of taps…


     Then in its time came the too short respite of middle age and the tempo changed once more, the gentle strains of music, soothing to the rapidly tiring soul. Memories just below the surface, peace the sounds of piano and violin; love the gurgle of a child. Love no longer the rush of lust, but now becoming the gentle caress and the welcome hugs of home...


     Now alone again, with the coming of winter’s chilling winds the music leads the old cowboy onward, deeper into the canyon, memories, cherished feelings, snippets of laughter, visions of love lost… the music of life it’s only common thread…

~ © 2003 David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady

          

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