Dancing Adairs

Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,     Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,     And into the shadow again, without a whisper!     Fireflys my name, I am evanescent.     Fireflys your name. You are evanescent.     But I follow you    as remorselessly as darkness,     And shut you in and enclose you, at last, and always,     Till you are lost, as a voice is lost in silence.     Till I am lost, as a voice is lost in silence. . .     Are you the one who would close so cool about me?     My fire sheds into and through you and beyond you:     How can your fingers hold me? I am elusive.     How can my fingers hold you? You are elusive?     Yes, you are flame, but I surround and love you,     Always extend beyond you, cool, eternal,     To take you into my hearts great void of silence.     You shut me into your hearts great void of silence. . .     O sweet and soothing end for a life of whirling!     Now I am still, whose life was mazed with motion.     Now I sink into you, for love of sleep.