Fire Dancers at Edens Door

My love, she’s still sleeping, well past the early dawn 

My muse she lays quietly, waiting to be drawn 

My artist hands too clumsy, to capture what I see 

But her image is painted clearly, In my memory 

Age has not diminished her, nor has made her cruel 

Her Kindness knows no limits, yet she is nobody’s fool 

Last night I saw the fire dancers, dancing at Edens door 

And we were holding hands, looking past Edens shore 

Ancient sea birds are  circling, circles in the sky 

Letting the wind carry them, when they could no longer fly 

My love continues to walk with me, peaking behind every door 

But we both walk much slower now, our steps not as sure 

I bring her coffee in the morning, she makes me dinner at night 

At the end of the day,  we just lay together 

And hope we did it right 

Last night I saw the fire dancers, dancing at Edens door 

And we were holding hands Looking past Edens shore