Sunday, March 22, 2009

Pas de deux

"Come closer", you say
as I run away from your touch,
wanting so much to stay.
This dance is very strange;
you seem to change,
you seem the same.
The music plays on,
and I am drawn back
to you.
Suddenly, I don't know
the steps at all.
I'm afraid to fall;
will you catch me
if I do?

Your song

I can't forget it--your song.
Over and over again,
in my mind, I hear it.
It's as fresh and as new
as the first time
you sang it to me,
when you were near enough
to hear me singing with you.