Maybe it was – seems long ago – I danced on a flickering flame
so my feet would burn if I stood my ground
and another tongue, insistent, called my name
I'd lean into tomorrow as though I were bound to the wind

Where does an echo lead? I heard a sound, I turned; again;
the globe as it spun was the head of a pin
whose angels (lost souls, too) so crowded in
they jostled one another, profane, divine, profane, divine

So I spent my days

It's easier, now my earth has cooled, to love what is and has been:
laughter heard in another room
a smile, a hand, another land that falls behind, a wake
the chance we take, to dance in love, to drown or burn, to learn