come dance with me

She stands, face upturned against the

Winter rain, arms outspread, beckoning.

Fragile, fearless child,

Opening a delicate, scarred hand

To lonely hearts in the night,

Weaving her strand into the tapestry of life,

Not just weathering the storms, but painting them

When they are at peace once more,

She dances to a rhyme, and dreams all her own,

Come dance, come dance with me

Words of the soul echoed in the depths of girlish eyes,

Laced with an ancient knowledge.

Come release yourself to my arms, let me

Sooth away the pain.


He comes then—

The man. So much like a

The gentle brilliant kiss of a single star in the

Velvet night. Capturing her eyes, her soul with a smile,

An eternal word that shatters the soul and restores it in

A sacred moment.

Hands knowing, guiding—

A creator of beauty and music,

Instead of buildings machines and war.

Come, come to me. Let me fill you with dreams.

Heart made stronger by the wounds it has born,

A beautiful face graced, not with time,

But insight and care,


She surrenders as he yields, swaying together in an ageless

Waltz, a moment so veiled and revealing

That the angels in their glory smile upon it.

And so they go, the man and the girl,

Hand in hand, souls mixed together with

Remembered sorrows and joys half-forgotten

Til this moment.

Wandering together into the rain and dew,

Toward the morning through winding paths

That none but they will ever know.