For Anna T

**this poem was inspired by Anna T and also the poem "Astrophil and Stella 31"**

Sweet Steps

With what sweet steps, my dear, do you turn around the floor
You move like the waves on the ocean
Your feet are a poem in slow-motion
And I see your eyes in starlight, who could ask for any more

Your roots stretch softly down, your branches soar
You bend, a willow in wind
And I know I would do it again
All from the start, what else are wishes for?

Oh tell me, moon, what was it like before
You'd memorized ev'ry lash on her skin?
You'd studies her ev'ry movement and whim
But somewhere you always knew that she was not forever more

God, to go back to that haven in your arms
But time, like me, is ever marching on.