Memories of home come
Heartbeat of mine slows
Away I hide
Chamber deep as ground
Heart of my heart breaks so slow.
Slow, the path back to heart.

Hope is a dance drifting in a dancer's body.
The falling deep then vanishing of sleep.
Then morning comes, where it is just memory.
     Just memory in a dancer's body.

     A dance drifting in light.
     Movement captured quick in light.

     Shape of hope like glow of spring sun is brief on landscape,
     Like body caressing air, quick in its flow
     It goes quick like so, like so.
     Air drifting...

It is just memory,
     Home in a dancer's body.