Departing words,
Into ears that matter,
People who ignite the fire in your gut,
But will soon be gone.
You hope to sway,
Urge,
Beg,
To entangle your shadows,
Till your fibres,
Thoughts,
And futures become one.
Syllables waft away,
Born from an eternal hope,
Ultimately hopeless,
Whispers lost to the wind,
Fertiliser for the next great dance.