my son's breathing
in and out
silent arpeggios

and night to day
to night
and back again

dreams not kept
still dreamed
as lovers touched

nightmares relived
and dulled
to a comfortable sheen

knowing that I
will never see
you again in this world

tired limbs
moving slowly
to half forgotten rhythms

this dance was birth
and this one love
and the last dance is remembrance

© J.L.Stanley

Necessary Rhythms