Dancing in the rain
has never come easily
letting go, letting love
has never been graceful
moving body through nature’s guide
has been forced, disjointed,
unsettling…
Rhythms still dance only in dreams
drumbeats lead only in fantasy
and here today
movements cease
misgivings increase
not from the staring into my soul
but from the empty place within
where nothing lives
where nothing gives
but only takes
and wakes
the barrenness of me
the cavernous space
filled eternally in one place
far from now,
yet close somehow…
Where You dwell
my heart beats
in a moment
for a spell
restlessly
until we meld…