Ps.30 Pas de quatre: a dance for four

You invite me into the dance of three.
Encircle with perfect song.
I’m beating the floor with my bloodied fist
You dance to my rhythm of long.

I thought it was you; I still sometimes do.
It’s not, the failure’s all mine.
You kneel by my side in oceans of grief
I’m found by your love, sweet; divine.

All my gnashing and dread rise to first step
You hold my anger so tight.
You guide me to roar as melody plays
My sorrow begins to dream, ‘light’!

Shared dance finds hope in surrender of will
Memory dares; it believes.
I know day will come at end of this night
So we’ll dance till morning breathes.

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