Her hands lay quiet in his own
Like leaves that barely stir in wind
She smiled though memory wandered far
And still he led her gently in
They turned beneath the amber lamps
Where dust and years had softly grown
And every step across the floor
Was one he'd taken long alone
He wished she could remember when
Their laughter first outpaced the rain
The summer evening when they met
Two restless hearts on borrowed lane
He wished she knew the chapel bells
That rang the morning they were wed
The trembling vow beneath the oak
The trembling tears the pastor shed
He wished she saw the newborn cries
That filled their small and borrowed room
And how the morning light would dance
Across the cradle's quiet bloom
He wished she felt the river's edge
Where faith was spoken clear and mild
The day he held her trembling hands
And lowered her beneath the tide
The water broke in silver rings
And heaven seemed to lean and hear
He swore he saw the sunlight pause
To bless that sacred shining year
He wished she heard the meadow winds
That braided birdsong through the trees
The scent of rain on orchard soil
The trembling hush of autumn leaves
But still they turned beneath the light
Three steps that circled time and grace
A fragile waltz through quiet years
Reflected in her fading face
He whispered close against her ear
"My love, if only you could see
The thousand worlds we walked as one
The life that bloomed from you and me"
The music climbed like rising dawn
The fiddle sang with silver thread
And though her mind had lost the map
Her feet still heard the words he said
For once again she turned with ease
Her step aligned with every beat
The rhythm she had learned in youth
Still lingered hidden in her feet
And then it struck his breaking heart
Like sunlight spilling through the rain
She might forget the world they knew
But love still moved within her frame
So round they turned in quiet joy
Through echoes time could not erase
And tears fell bright along his cheek
As wonder filled the fragile space
For memory may fade like mist
And years may blur the road we roam
But love remembers how to move
And dancing leads the spirit home
He held her close and thanked the Lord
For every breath their years had spun
And as they turned beneath the light
He knew the dance was never done
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