Do You Hear a Dance
Yes I suppose
you do owe me a dance
here at the end of this long empty highway
What might it be to stand face to face, palm to palm, lips and heart seeing eye to eye?
You calling out to me, even in silence
it is a sharp call
demands answer
Mountain air hidden high in the desert
whispered your name
which lit up the path in front of me
Blindingly bright; I could take no other path, all else darker than black I could see only one lit up way
Scripture portends what is already written in blood
choice lies within acceptance of that which has been pre ordained,
such that the fly trapped in that cup has gone silent and probably becomes food for the next cycle
When I swung around the corner
and breathed in the air which had just come from your sacred exhalation
I knew
suddenly
why i am
I had to gently shake my head to clear to respond to your whisper, did you see?
for I was overcome
with knowing. When you spoke. So gently.
ahhhh there he is ahhhhh oh yes i remember now of course this is
Neverending truth needs not permission from me
and knows i would never try to take that which belongs elsewhere
Your roots call for soil and mine is rich with traveled nutrients and ripe with bursting eager pre growth
Your wings call for an anchor so the WestWind can come a calling fiercely with no trepidation
Your voice
it calls for me, to me, in me, dances piercingly in my heart, awakens deeply within me
do you not hear, love?
Do you not hear yourself?