To Be Still We once danced in that bandstand  by the park, not minding the chill. Autumn leaves swept at  our feet as we stepped here and there and the fog of our breaths mixed with the incandescence of streetlights. Your hair glowed in the dark as it whirled and like a puppeteer and its puppet, you twirled from the strings of my arms lost in the music of the moment, and I watched the step of our shoes, one two, one two three, afraid to be lost in the pace of you. You took hold of my face to gaze with two indigo blues and said: 'it's okay to be lost it's okay to forget it's okay to be still', and I knew those words to be true. To be gospel. We unfurled in that bandstand by the park and were lost. We forgot and were still until the rain clouds filled and poured free. Heading home, we ran with the laughter that lovers laugh, we danced on the sidewalks the way lovers dance. I spun you from my arms with no thread or  string to hold you and watched you pirouette in puddles and gutters, one two, one two three, the wide road a stage to be lost in. I watched you unfurl in the chill of the rain and in the ghostly glow of headlights from a passing car as they poured over and through you and you broke the way a lover breaks, and you forgot and went still.