One Two Three, One Two Three
One Two Three, One
Skeletons dance
Long after the Sun.
Has set in the west
And retired to bed,
For now all can join in
This Day of the Dead,
Empty eye sockets,
Stood face to face,
Bone fingers entwine,
As they dance with grace,
They dance with joy,
Then cavort and reel,
The living can’t know,
How fleshless ones feel,
They dance each year,
No choice, for they must,
Return every year,
Till bone turns to dust,
She rests in his arms,
Her partner stands tall,
They twirl with grace,
Without rise and fall,
They’re lost in the music,
The music now halts,
They continue to spin,
Their Viennese Waltz,
Once they were partners,
A husband and wife,
United through love,
And long years of strife,
She offers her hand,
He takes it and bows,
Dreamily they recall,
Their wedding vows,
"Till death do us part,"
The old preacher said.
They smiled and declared,
"Love lingers past death."
Love’s strange power,
Some call it divine,
Against all the odds,
Through darkness will shine,
The heralding dawn,
Brings daylight’s advance,
Announcing the end,
Of this deathly dance,
The music has faded,
They move without sound,
They sink hand in hand,
Once more through the ground,
There’s no sense of parting,
And no sense of fear,
Undying in love,
Till this day next year.
