In the Light of the Dark

We slow
danced
in the fading

L
i
g
h
t.

It was not much of
a dance.
We simply

held on
as though
there was no
other

way

to find
a safe place
a soft place
a place of

welcome.

We held one
another
until full

D
a
r
k.


Her
cheek rested
upon my
shoulder
her breath

a steady sigh
in my
ear.

I have
no memory
of
letting
go

dis-
connecting.

I don’t
remember how
long

we held

each other.

The mind is
not the
repository of tender

memory.

The
heart
is.

In my
heart
we

dance
still.

Years later
I hear
her

breath

in my
ear.

Her sighs

are the
music
to which we

dance
forever in the

L
i
g
h
t
of the
D
a
r
k.