Between Two Worlds Life is a Dance

Night folds the sky in velvet dark,
Day rises, painting gold on sleeping eyes.
One arrives in quiet hush, a whispered spark,
The other leaves as dawn breaks morning’s ties.
Life is a dance between two worlds, you see,
Like night that folds the sky in velvet dark,
And day that rises, gold on land and sea,
One whispers softly, while the other sparks.

Son dreams of heights to reach, yet unmet,
While Father stands, surveying time once more.
Each step a dance—arrive, then leave, reset—
A cycle woven deep within life’s core.
The son steps out, with dreams of heights to climb,
The father stands, his rhythm set with years.
They move in sync, a waltz of space and time—
A dance that carries both their hopes and fears.

Better shines with hopeful gleam ahead,
Worse, the shadow trailing close behind.
Left turns Rught as choices blur and spread,
Rich and Poor, like wealth in heart and mind.
Sickness and health fight with stubborn will,
Death and life, they shift as moments fill.

For better gleams, the music’s hopeful sound,
Yet worse is always waiting in the wings.
Right turns to left, each step moves round and round,
As rich and poor both sway to what life brings.
Health leads, but Sickness trips—then rights the pace,
And life and death both find their rightful place.

The poem ties the varied themes together by using dance as the central conceit. It compares the contrasts of life—night and day, father and son, better and worse, rich and poor—to a choreographed dance. This metaphor sustains throughout the poem, representing how life’s movements, though sometimes in opposition, form a larger, interconnected whole.