The Dance

The Dance

I stand on a bridge in the dark,

And listen to the water below

While starlight flickers high above,

And the dance begins to slow.

I stand here in the middle

Between what was and is to be

And wonder which way to waltz

When you were the rhythm in me.

The music falls to silence

Spare the rush of reeds;

And all my body feels

Is my heart in rapid beats.

Only breath remains

In the fading of the night

And your memory is dancing

In the new dawn light.

I dance along the railing,

Where the morning glories bloom,

And follow it to daybreak

To leave behind my gloom.