A Dance

Now I watch close the shades of red and white Falling on windows facing each other mixing thoughts with a far older brother one who for far longer danced in light he rises, and rises, giving the sight to world-weary eyes, long bereft of peace, from what dark corner he has found release that he should revel so in blinding light. For now he will fade, recede, and return rest his tired soul, his brothers have now thought and danced enough at a steady burn, as for his coming, going, we know naught, only that his grace we will never earn that light, and thought, and love is sweetly bought.