Faye Sizemore

YESTERDAY’S DANCE

A soldier, once so young…
not yet having met fear

as one who did seek
… to protect the weak

He did not tremble…
as Destiny neared

He danced with Death…
… He made the Reaper let him lead

When the dance was over…
… and the music stopped

He stood alone……
alive and listening,

… to thunderous applause,
of which… echoes are heard… still

but… with the echoes
comes the knowledge

that their dance
had never… really ended…