Dancing Stillness
By Bart Lee
At dusk, hunger stalks its satisfaction,
Clawing at one satin, ragged question,
Lace makes its leathered demands,
With prayer's tender, empty hands.
Loss abides, Eskimo close yet far away,
As distant as tomorrow and yesterday,
Struggling with a thousand naked words,
Staring at dawn, as another canvas blurs.
Heaven draws us, promising, reaching,
Memory mumbling, hope shrieking,
Chaos barks at every marching moment,
Hearing your voice, tugging at regret.
Can you still feel our dancing stillness,
Dare to fight back the familiar darkness,
Cling to truth and let go of what is gone,
Follow your heart and come back home?
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