I still dance,

I still dance,

And the smoky kiss

Of the full moon

Warms the memory.

Whenever I stand

Beneath a naked sky

With its canopied beauty,

I remember

The breaking dawn.

The tinkling sound

Of innocence,

The joy in life,

A promise yet to come.

When the open sky

Was an umbrella

Beneath which

We sheltered

And never thought

To wonder

At its closing.

When laughter was

An easy gift to unwrap

The issue

Of provenance

And authenticity

Was never a question

Worthy of consideration.

Every moment

Was lived in honest

Expectation

And purity of heart.

In the late hours

After the twist

Of a long day

Has taken its toll

On the ideals of morning,

Every time

There is a dusky sky,

With magenta reminders

And indigo murmurs,

I remember we both still dance.

And as the moon girdled in

The dust of dreams

Despite the honesty

Of its indifference,

Delights us,

I only want to dance

With you.