weary feet cease pacing, instead float away

willows draw bows across cellos of cloud and mist

like fingers preparing and pointing the way home

deepest night is a newly-polished ballroom

tailored for outmoded and forgotten dances

in the darkness one draws breath without sharpness

the only graves here are for questions, doubts

as this seemingly impossible torn board

remains upright in blackest ocean waves

trust is my treasure and you are the source