Longing for the Dance

Longing for the Dance

What were you faithful to, back then, alone

long nights when those in other rooms slept on?

You'd look out at the stars, those nights you spun

a world of other places, all undone

from your small self, so still in the small bed

that you were faithful to, back then, alone

in dark that held the sky, the moon. First one

breath in, then two, then three. Always awake

you'd look out at the stars, those nights you spun

out lives where you were grown, were not the one

without the skin to make the hurt, hurt less.

What were you faithful to, back then, the lone

girl that you were, with dreams you told to none

for fear they'd not come true, would disappear?

You'd look out at the stars, those nights you spun.

Long gone now, then. Long years have taught that none

of those who dream are lost, can be undone.

What were you faithful to, back then, alone?

Look now. Look at the dreams, that dark you spun.