12gauge.com 2002

Dance Me to the End of Love

The light has stilled there,
Where the wind ceases its cool breath on the skin;

I know the pattern of leaves that linger
On a pond beside your door,

The sounds of old newspapers as they
Twist along the grey, dark streets.

This dry earth
The brown soil that turns so quickly
Into mud,

This is what you've left me.

Dance me to the end of love,
Where the sun will no longer kiss our skin
Or let us into her smooth warm embrace

Dance me to the rhythm of a broken metronome
Not beating in time to the lost bright stars,

Let me remember this moment like it once was-
Your eyes,
Clear and bright inside your face,

Your hands,
Trembling slightly
As you paint the rooms inside my soul
The colors of a bright
Yet sunless
Day.

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