Dance me to the end of love

[mellilotflower]

I named this Dance me to the end of love, because it refers to the song, and the song to me is intertwinned with what I've written, even though it is primarilay about a Bob Dylan Concert

Dylan gargled gravel
Reminding us of Heaney
speaking stones of silence.

-I am overwhelmed-

Now Cohen sings of children
Waiting to be born. And I think I
Must be a mother waiting by an
Empty Cradle. And this must go on.

Please be there for me, holding
a hidden golden sunset- one that
fades into blue... for you.

-I am so far gone-

Now I could waltz for days
in your arms if you were strong, I
might sing into your ear- if only
I could sing. And this must go on.

Remember those far off
Distant shapes that sung
just for us in front of thousands.

-I could sink below the noise-

Now this must go on.