Arms Stretched Above, Love
Long, long ago, my soul poured me into dance.
Invited I was, into a heavenly trance.
My arms did rise with grace to a heaven rare.
I swirled into joy, in love’s beloved care.
Immersion never lost its life or hold
throughout all years; or now, as I become old.
My heart is gripped with a stirring power
that motions its passion and marks every hour.
Would I dance again this lover would weep
for all the years that I did not keep
the promise of fidelity to this life’s true love
undying, unyielding, memories of arms stretched above.
©2012 Linda Willows