A Dance In Circles

you must have seen how life is painted
by one great artist

a dance in circle
where we hold our hands and
then we keep
revolving around
the axis that we
ourselves form

a merry-go-round on this side
a ferris wheel going up

arm to arm and face to face
we like it
each of us feeling like a ring
without an end without a beginning

we project to the very least
our sense of love for something that is eternal

we say we are not meant just to be here
we are meant for something higher

not rectangular, no longer circular
but something else, we even say this

is something felt and yet unspeakable
something so near us and yet still so far

like how we see the stars as tiny specks
so far away and yet so true and real

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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