[Dance Spree] to every season

[Dreamers]

Dear Heart,

We will be dancing in the Moon Garden Pavilion
.             this week 
and every week from now on
through the seasons
.   of high wispy moons
.         and falling leaves.

When the golden seasons turn
.     finally towards 
.           winters cold
and the wandering autumn geese have followed 
.          their yearnings onward,
there will be no more sacred dance
.              at touchstone 

    until the winged wanderers
have again followed their yearnings
.                   home

.                    ever,

.       in the winds of grace

.                  selah