Dancing in our Dream

Dancing in our Dream

I have tripped and fallen along the way,

often thinking that even, on what I thought as safe paths,

I wandered with what appeared to be two left feet.

Don't laugh, my love, it is true.

Of course, I failed to realise though clumsy,

the evil of one, who could cause such pain in another,

to make her stumble, trip and fall in anguish and confusion.

I have written fine lines for one undeserving,

that is also true, that I know now, I admit it

all the time the words, the lines, should have been for you,

for the goodness that is you, for you are honourable.

I now take back those lines from the unworthy, my love,

and ask that though they were once tainted,

may I, in love, redeem them, make them worthy of you?

I know you are laughing at me, you always do,

especially when you know I can't catch you at it.

I'm glad you never laugh to be cruel,

only ever in merry jest, most of the time I can laugh too.

Without the magic of that part of our friendship,

I would never have thought you to be my saviour,

even though the experience of evil had made me doubt all.

I know now that you will always envelope me in safety,

I may trip on occasion, but no longer with two left feet,

my heart may still hold unbounded pain at times,

Though while you are here, it's forgotten for a time, gone.

So don't be long to answer on those redeemed words,

some already resurrected as the world can read,

so embrace and twirl me round, my love, we are ever,

Dancing in our dream.

© W. Heron, 2008