Dance.

Time is a vibration,
and the notes buzz beneath my feet.
I dance with static and chaos,
A partner I can’t defeat.

I stumble often, my steps not in tune,
Twirling through the dark,
Thinking of you, and now I race,
No longer composed,
No longer a dancer,
In this cosmic prose.

The dark, a friend, a world to hide in,
Lends me a shoulder, to look beyond them,
I run instead, much stronger then a dance,
I flee the direction, and make an advance.

The ground becomes firm, more stable, more cold.
Time’s vibration a bit longer, a bit old.

Is this you I see?
Swaying in the light?
A beckon for a creature
like me, in the night?

And suddenly I pounce!
But you meet me in turn,
And we tumble together,
And I feel myself yearn.

Yet I know what you are, a fleeting wild spirit.
I can see you fade away, yet I know longer fear it.
My dance starts again,
My partner returns,
Alone once more,
The vibration
unconcerned.