Dance with the Moment

Beloved, I brought you,
To a house full of you.
On it's walls the hanging portraits,
The open windows for any god to visit,
The cooking pots with your recipes,
The melting candle with lavender scent,
The soothing music of your choice,
And a man, a hermit in your name!

As you reached my house,
You forgot your name in love.
And felt me in your walls,
As I reached you through these windows,
Singing to you from the singing machine,
And preparing a candle lit dinner,
In honour of my woman.

In a while we lost our walls,
That we built in fears,
We melt with lavender scent,
To sing a duvet, with the steps,
Of a dance that we know,
Not before or after,
But only while we dance,
The dance with the moment!