Once before
a lullaby.
Promises,
then all goodbyes.
Whispers
in the heart of vows
turned a life,
the corner of
to dance all the way home
and motion love.
We were the dances,
we breathed in the art.
We lived inside
of the hope of in our hearts.
As gentle ones,
we lifted up -free.
In those dear flights,
she danced.
It was me.
We flew, we roamed-
in faraway lights,
and dreamed of life
in a sweet Jubilee.
Then as if
in an embryo
lit in distant space adrift,
she faded far
to times ago,
curtained within
my memory’s glow.
Turning back,
I can see her call,
asking why
I let her fall.
Why she broke
in such enthrall,
why I let her dance at all.
Come again
and be with me
know that Home
is safe and free.
Stretch and
step love forward till,
we dance
the all
of The Love that fills.
© 2017 Linda Willows
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