La Danza de la Vida

A door opens

And

On a table of black

A flower awaits -

Broken, blood red

Beautiful.

A stage gapes

And the lights

Dip and bend.

A curtain parts

A voice of hearts

Bruised by a life

I could never understand

Pours a sound soul blessed

Into the room.

Then,

A whirl

A wave

Of vermillion and white

And a female form

Crashes into our world

Like a shot of morphine

That kills all cares

Pins all pain

Like a butterfly

To this moment.

Only damaged hearts

Could not be stirred

By this emotional storm

That bleeds into me -

And that has been bled

Onto those boards

Since Spanish time began.