Her Song

She can make a pirouette of feeling

Turn and turn inside me every time we touch

She can shade the color of confusion

So all that matters is that nothing matters much

She can take the secrets out of shadows

I was sure that I would always have to keep

She can lay all curled against the morning

And stop tomorrow with the quiet of her sleep

I have looked in house of mirrored faces

For a long, long time

But now I see myself reflected in her smile

She will smooth the edges of my questions

Growing trust where I thought trust could never grow

She will wait while I begin to love her

She will hold me while I'm letting go

She will hold me while I'm letting go