Dance By the Fire

Dance by the Fire My dear, my dear, I fear… It has been years and years. I will not let that stop me. The candle in the window is lit. The children are gone… home. The lights on the tree, sparkle. The scent is a mixture of can pine, and Golden candle? (You took me to the candle store… I tried to pay attention. I was lost, as I will be, even more so, when you are not here, with me.) Leave the dishes, I will do them. I will throw them out. I don’t care. We will eat on paper plates, or I will buy… new fine china… I don’t care, I am Fred Astaire. Come here my love, I long to have you in my arms. The logs crackle down low, but I am not done. I will kick it back up, unless you are tired. That is okay. Then we can dance slower, and I will hold you up against… me. I will never let you fall. I would fall for you, further… If God would, just let… me.