make me believe
there is one last dance
that love is out there waiting somewhere
that passion still stirs beneath
this obstinate heart
that the resonance of spring might dance through these weary limbs
that the lethargic spirit which binds me
might be lifted
let me believe there is one last dance
to shake loose my pale beliefs
my frail desires
where every dream I had has atropied
unlock the stammering speech
the one I keep to myself
hidden in the back of my throat
stretch my tongue
that it might sing again
let my eyes ripen to the sights around me
let me believe
there is one last sunset
so brilliant
I will go down into death
with it blazing through the center of me
my veins glowing like silver threads
my whole body throwing off light
saying I have loved
ah yes I have loved
- barbara mitchell