My Hands Are Empty

Your green, green dress made me laugh.
This is as nice as it will ever get
You said, and your knees were bruised
Above red shoes ill-matched and still wet
With puddles of dirty rain.
Would you like to dance? My hands
are empty,
And your dress is green as love and coarse as memory

We are made of layers, layers, layers,
That has always been the way
And in season we shed these layers
Until there is nothing left to lose

And when you went home and peeled off that green, green dress,
Inside there was a girl
Small and fair and young as anything;
Inside her was a woman
Strong and lovely, coursing energy,
And inside her, an old, old soul
An old, old heart,
A tree;
Green as love and coarse as memory,
Slowly
Shedding
Its leaves

Still, I cannot abstract you,
But what will be left of us
When we have lost every layer
And shed every shell?
What will we find together
In the cupped hollow of the hands of
friendship's love?
Who can tell?

Love is
God is
Love
In empty hands

Waltz (2, 3)

Waltz (2, 3)

We danced the most terrible waltz (2, 3)
Oh, but our words danced incredibly free
And so sparse like the dances of stars
That our feet no longer mattered to us;
We were alone and time was ours
(2, 3)
(2, 3)
2,
3,
Fin
Thank you
This is as nice as
It will ever get,
You said.
Funny, I was thinking the same thing