Love Poem: The Last Dance

The Last Dance

Move thy feet to me 
Let us dance to the rhythm of our hearts; 
Go to the oblivion cold spring of guilty roads and selfish love. 
And drink the cup of our undying passion; 
Could this be our last dance? 
For our hearts know the reasons why.. for the second chance; 
Before the phantom of dishonest morning dies: 
Come! be with me my Poseidon.. 
 Listen to the unheard melodies of the blue Jay; 
A mind can forget, though it's questioning.. 
 And a heart can remember, despite it's aching. 
Weep must not we for sunset, 
And have the Last dance!