Thursday Poem: Summer Dancing

Summer Dancing

We forget the echo of hollowness.
We forget the sound of truth.
There are only echoes here
fading slowly into silence,
leaving us to wonder,
leaving us to wander.

We do not know.
We do not want to know.
To know is to feel responsible,
to feel the heaviness of truth.

We do not want to be responsible.
We do not want to bear the weight.
We still want to dance
through the summer of love
without the responsibility.

We weave the dying flowers of summer
into our thinning hair
and still do not want to see.

We dance away from knowing
wanting love from an indifferent world
to become children once again.

We do not like these games
the grown-ups make us play.
For if we are children,
we are the innocent and cannot
be hurt by cruel words and cruel worlds.

We can only play and play on.
We can only dance and dance on
as the sunset dims around us
and our long summer afternoon
fades slowly into night time darkness.