And as the skies poured open,

We danced our last.
Your dark black hair flew around, 
Overjoyed, as we held hands and ran through the greens in the rain.

The water, trickling down your face, 
Washed away, in her own way, with her own caress the demons that you held back.
Even if it was just while we danced our last.

That day as the wind flew, 
As the leaves swayed,
As the soil sang,

We danced our last…