circle dance –

she stood there still in Night’s Embrace her

arms crossed and her

head thrown back; she

was taller than she had to be and not quite Silent

with Prayer or Longing – leaves

rustling in the breeze

atone with her in these Solemn shores a rote

recital of a distant Song; she waited

there for you

in the moonlight her eyes dilated with

a subtle Faith and the

cherished look

of an Angel – these days stretch out

longer and longer

as we fall to the dance hips swaying

feet thrust out in

a careful imagining

of light laughter and forgiving --