memory spins like a pinwheel;
colors stream, in spite of
grip on cool reality.
and - for such love and pain
darkness and glory -
I cannot, I cannot keep
heart from breaking.
I could not hold them, they fell
through cracks in this old
wooden floor of my soul. I
could not say - how could I say -
how can we find the right words to say??
how beautiful are souls -
how we long to dance for hours,
years, in joy's dim light that
clothed us in moments.
I can only pray as they go away
that love will trail them and I
through life's inconstant night.