Dancing On The Edge

As the sun sloped and dipped behind the ridge,
The wind picked up my hair,
Gently, the way his hands caressed it
In other twilights,
Strands twirling and catching in my lashes
And my laughter.

His hands were warm even in the chill
Of a high late summer,
Taking mine,
Pulling me close,
Holding me just tight enough,
And dancing to music only we two could hear
As the sun took a final bow.

The air was clear and pure,
Our eyes smiled at one another,
Our steps matched,
Our spirits swayed together,
And in his strong hands,
I could feel promise
And the sun.