A restless breeze
came with spring
and I rained tears
in a child's delight--
a spirit dance of song sincere,
spot-lit stars blind eyes too near.
I had to stop to simply breathe,
confused by maze of tantric tease:
clutched pillow of familiar plight.
Mantra sung: "Make it alright..."
Flash in brain--
and o' the pain:
"I can't claim love and live in fear."
A child again, to whisper "Friend,
but please don't leave me here..."
Still, I feel you, over there.
(and 'o i know you know i do...}
You are There.
Like I am here.
Wishing me to you.
Even if too good for truth,
if sudden dies the breeze,
hear the hum of sweet refrain:
"You taught me, Dance, Sincere."