Dios de los Muertos
(Days of the Dead)
The dead dance lightly for the living.
The living dance slowly for the dead.
Dry October leaves blow away singularly.
Like the years spent with a loved one;
leaving sight, then forgotten.
The dead dance lightly for the living.
The living dance slowly for the dead.
The dead remove their masks 3 days a year.
In remberance, the living don theirs;
unknowingly meeting in genuine form.
The dead dance lightly for the living.
The living dance slowly for the dead.
The dead celebrate the living who have continued.
The living with weary eyes;
store the old away until even the resonant sounds of the dead have passed on.
The dead dance lightly for the living.
The living dance slowly for the dead.
The dead are living and the living are dead.
So let us dance lightly and slowly for everyone;
until we know we are together again.
(yes it needs
a lot of work)
