Our Dance
       by Sarah Elizabeth Hume


    I remember days spent locked away in the shadows,
    there we made our own sun.
    Golden webs spun through us,
    entangled limbs,
    wildly beating drums.
    It was like a strange, beautiful, dance,
    one so new to me.
    We created the steps as we moved along
    until it finally ceased,
    and you've forgotten the joy of dancing with me.