 we dance the dance
He said
he would die
 on his 80th birthday
this man
who came into my life
 like an angel
asked me to dance
cradled me in pure pleasure
 spoke to me as if
he could read the book of my life
and broke my heart open
 beyond form | we dance
beyond form | the dance we dance
 I want to remember death
my beloved companion
in life
 the finite remembered
moves me
to the infinite
 the finite
so precious
first held
 and bound
then set free
beyond form |