July 15, 2013


In a dream,
you dance forever
across my nightly stage;

swept away,
you're with me now
from another age. 

You pirouette, 
never a hair 
falling out of place;

rapture fills
every turn
of your glowing face.

If only
I could feel the grace
you once bestowed,

when you 
weren't spinning dreams,
and I was not so old.