Danced

Music in my feet

Each movement syncopated

Sparks in eyes wide open

Twirling around the floor

Lights are flashing colors

The backbeat dropping candy

Rise above the noise

Rhythm flowing through me

A river graced and banked

Past and future touched

The night

Clap

The beginning just begun

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Delightful

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

I am dancing in the courtyard

Garden fountain flowing

The music’s in the summer breeze

There are flowers in my hair

This dress is swishing softly

The grass bedecked with dew

There’s a tension to this moment

Each step, each turn, each beat

Will he step forward to the dance

Or back again with chilly feet

The moon is shining brightly

The dawn is soon to break

This dance is almost over

The pipes have all been played

My arms are tracing patterns

Against the starry morn

The spell is almost finished

Fate is almost cast

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

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What Dreams Of Me

In the back of the dark

What could be night awakens

The thread of life unrolling

Pursuing every step I make

Tangles in my feet and hair

Faster than my fear

I cannot run

Outpaced

Outfaced

Exposed

What could be dawn still sleeping

This twilight world this dream

Nothing solid nothing real

I touch you and you melt away

You reach for me and fade

Across the atmospheric void

A thousand points of lights

Webs of threaded lives entangled

Winking in and out of strife

My heart my heart my heart my heart

Let loose and shine

My heart my heart my heart my heart

One more time

One more time

Love this life

Love this life

What dreams of me are there

What dreams of me is stirring

What dreams of me will wake

What dreams of me will go on as I become

A memory

A distant dream a message

Wipes the sleep from eyes

Forgets me on the way to breakfast

What dreams of me

Destroyed my appetite

No dawn nor dusk

No shining lights

No hungry ghosts or joy

My run becomes a dance

A last chance a next chance a big chance

I reach

I leap

I love

Falling gently into a dream that is my own

And what dreams of me

Has lost me

I awaken and forget the tales of sleep

On the way to breakfast

My heart my love my appetite returns

Shedding

To be dragged loose

Falling finitely

Clutched tightly by gravity

Graveness

Graven

In stark relief

Colors beginning to fade

Testament to a vibrant life

Outlined and defined

By every passing opinion

Until it is shed

The thoughts slipping away

Beliefs untangled

Definitions unknotted

An ongoing undoing

Stomping a new beat on a hard earth

Vibrations coming into play

Lower and higher

Searching for depth among the heavens

Constellations of meaning

In pinpoints of light

I see you there

Your light flickering in the dark

A divine dance to an amorphous rhythm

We shed

We shed

We shed

And when we let go

The Cosmos sighs in satisfaction

Be fully

To fully be in space

In time

Every day

Every moment

Spreading wings to fly

Free from the earth

And soar joyfully

Released

You’ve Left Me an Opening

The walls were taken down so long ago

Stones and rubble piled to the side

Determined saplings reaching skyward

Roots snaking through the cracks in search of nourishment

The path is narrow and

Little used

Who passed this way last

Matters not

My feet are bare against the dewy grasses

The earth is guiding me home

There is a perimeter

Where I await

At the opening

For the invitation to

Approach

Deep in the wilderness

Untamed and free

The breeze catches on my dress

Birds singing lovely in the trees

A breath catching moment

Life itself beckons from the ruins

“Dance and sing”

Sun setting gently

Moon rising

Stars will twinkle a melody

Divine

I dance beneath

A shimmering sky

Through the opening

You left for me

Ignited

I had put it behind me

Like banana seat bikes, and Weebles

Like high waisted jeans, and permed hair

Like grunge bands, and punk on a 7-inch

Set those dreams aside in the bin of what’s not possible

Romance and passion is for the young, I demurred

Give me quiet conversations over coffee

I will settle for just the shoulder bumping, sidewalk shuffling

Twilight walks in cultivated gardens

I would have settled

There is no shame in end-of-years companionships

Growing quietly like herb gardens

Full of medicine and savory flavors

And you brought cayenne peppers

Exotic flowers

Flames and ginger beer

And my heart burst open

On fire

And this soul awakened to a deeper rhythm

A dance without end

Intertwined

The roses are burning

The roses are singing

The colors are full of sparks

The roses are my heart in your hands

And we will walk shoulder to shoulder

At twilight through garden paths

While the fires burn through time

Reducing to ashes the past

Reducing to ashes the future

And the passion of now

Ignites the earth aflame

With each syncopated step we take

In this dance

Together