Devotion Poem Dancing Dream

Devotion Poem. Dancing Dream (Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love) Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself In life nor in dreams, nor in memories where My recollection of you comes first Of your eyes, which I have Absolutely memorized, especially All their glistening smiles, When they look fixed to my own, bringing Your heart into mine, committed in love, Creating song where none sang In the empty minutes just before. It is the sensing through touch that I treasure, More than the seeing. So again, as through all my memories: Reach with your hands; Offer your arm; lean in with your chest; Set your head upon my shoulder As you speak — with the voice I’ve always adored — to again say, “I love you,” just as you did this morning In the dream that woke me: I was dancing my ballet for you. How amazing it was! You even coached Over the passion of the dance And the music, until it stopped. You came to me. Tired, I leaned back Against your chest, the crown of my head Fitting straight under your chin. I did not see me. I did not see you. But I could feel, yes, feel the motion Of your chest as you breathed, and Feel the warmth of your body, your Chest, firm against my back... So, I was surprised when I woke And you were not there. And I was here, Not having danced the ballet at all, But, yes, still fully, completely feeling The warmth from leaning against you. Your warmth from life, From memory, Re-lived in a dream. *******. ********. ********. ******* (C) sally Young eslinger 12/19/2020 Thanks be toGod