Waltz With Reality

Douglas Forsythe

Stepping from one world to the next

I find myself entangled in a waltz with reality

A macabre dance upon the edifice of humanity

Upon the cliffs of reason 

Where its tender grasp 

Doesn’t have a hold upon me


The twinkling stars above

May come raining down upon us

Like hellfire

Scorching the ground to embers

Yet like a phoenix it shall rise


May water flow from high upon the peaks

May green once again sprout upon the mounds

May the oceans teem with life once again

May the plains be grazed upon once again

And may the mistakes of man never be repeated

Even as they waltz upon the new-grown grass

In a dance with reality