Dancing

How I wish I could read your Journal to remember the places which we've been
to see the things we've seen
and to remember the ways we've sinned
What joy praises my heart sings
when it's placed next to yours
and what hell raises (though quiet) dancing through these rings
Rings of Gold and rings of politics
binding hearts
while sentencing convicts
Of their own sister and child
now once was held dear
Banishing Experiences powerfully mild
Rendering them a transgression
of a traitor through trechery
Misconceived conception
Looking upon with pity