Saturday, July 9, 2011
as the world slips slowly into the darkened water, will you dance with me one last time? forgetting the sinking wonders. forgetting the lightened boats and painted houses. just match you heartbeat with mine as we spin to the rhythm of the falling night. the falling buildings. does it matter if your suit is blue or a color unseen? if my dress is silk or a fabric of stars? but barefoot we go, with the wind and leaves and music of the world leading us through things unseen to others. only lovers, although blind with love, are the ones to view this garden of lights, stones, and misty memories. through the broken glass and splintered wood, we dance one last time.