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.