As the gentle sounds of Johann Strauss
swell the air, I watch you sleep
even as we both rise up translucent,
lighter than any waltz, and spin and spin
through the rooms, out to the night,
spinning and dipping, barely touching
the blackness of the night trees.
And we dance on the sky; we dance and float
until the first shrieks of light touch
the east, sending us back to that still
place where the music has stopped.
There again I watch you sleep, and you
sleep, just as intently, under my watch.