Let Us Dance
By A.R. Combs

My love,
tonight the world is hushed in wonder—
and the zephyr winds sing your name,
soft as silk through the trees.
The stars—oh, the stars—
sparkle like the jewels that once kissed your ears,
while the White Mountains shimmer
like a memory too precious to hold.

Come closer.
Feel the hush between our fingers,
where the wind lingers gently—
and on this quiet balcony,
let us dance.

Above us, the heavens are blooming—
a thousand silver streams,
ribbons of prayer and crystal air
spilling into the Milky Way.
Below the soft fire of Christmas lights,
beneath blue star-rivers,
let us sway like moon shadows,
and spin like time made of light.

Dreams rise on the breath of night,
but time—time falls fast,
and fear moves slow.
Let your worries slip from your ankles like silk,
let the fire of your fear
twirl and burn beneath your steps.
For the world sleeps now,
craving color in their dreams,
and we are still awake.

Let your hair fall like a midnight cascade,
and let your perfume
wrap itself around the flames of your heart.
Taste the night.
Spin with starlight.
Let the steel-blue sky
break and fall like silver rain around you.

Dance, my wild beloved—
dance like a songbird too full of joy to keep still.

Dance with me
until our shadows join the skyline,
until our laughter becomes the wind,
and the rhythm of our dreams
is all that remains.