Slow Tango
JANE SIBERRY
On the sixth day
When the word came
We began our journey
We would not break the promise
Lonely, hasten to the shoreline
Just in time to see them sail away
All the times when we lay sleepless
And the weather made no sense
Challenge your hands
To capture these landscapes
Holy days, landscapes
Of dunes and red skies
There is only one horizon
Rolling thunder this wilderness
So lonely tangled up forever
Hold me for a while
My love, I can hardly hear you
Heal me, feel my love
So I find your breast against mine
Is this the slow tango
I have no regrets, my love
I let you press
I forget the rest
But I feel it like the rushing dove
That beats against the hands of time
With pounding heart again
Is this the slow tango?
I have no regrets, my love