We Dance Until The End Of Things

Summary

The poem "We Dance Until The End Of Things" by Tree Langdon expresses a deep yearning for connection with nature and a loved one, encapsulating the beauty of life's cycles and the cherished moments within a relationship.

Abstract

The poem is a vivid expression of the author's desire to immerse themselves in the sensory experiences of nature across different seasons, from dancing in spring meadows to chasing fireflies in summer, to holding hands under winter's moonlight. It conveys a sense of wonder and joy in the natural world, as well as an intimate connection with a significant other. The author wishes to capture and preserve these moments as precious memories, likening them to jewels and a prism of experiences. The poem also touches on the tranquility and warmth found in the simple pleasures of life, such as line-dried sheets and the comforting presence of a loved one. It culminates in the affirmation of enduring love, suggesting that love persists until the end of all things.

Opinions

The author values the sensory and emotional experiences that nature provides, considering them essential to life and love.
There is a strong belief in the power of memories to sustain and enrich one's life, treating them as tangible treasures.
The poem suggests that the author finds profound significance in the cycles of nature and how they mirror the ebbs and flows of human relationships.
The author expresses a desire for simplicity and peace, emphasizing the beauty in life's uncomplicated moments.
Love is portrayed as a resilient force, enduring through time and change, and is central to the author's worldview.

We Dance Until The End Of Things

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I want to dance through flowered meadows in the spring to turn my face to touch the shining wind as rain brings freshness to the air.

I want to feel the fields reach toward returning geese and hear them greet familiar lands where young fish rise in shallow pools and birdsong rises to the clouds.

I want to smell the sweetness of the cottonwood, to see its drifts of summer white as plumes of seeds release and seek a moist nest in the earth.

I want to chase a cloud of fireflies running in my garden boots as I catch them in my net and save them in my fairy jar to watch them twinkle in the night.

I want lightness in my breath my feet to sweep through fallen leaves that swirl in circles settling on the carpet of the forest floor and a bounce in my step until the half years end.

I want to gently hold your hand in mine, to skip through snowflakes as the moonlight floats through streetlights and the winter withering brings closure to the year.

I want to carry you as treasure clearly in my mind. Each moment I’ve collected is a jewel I hold up to my eyes. A prism made of memories.

I want to hold the sky forever in my sight like oceans green and blue all hues and tones beneath the depth of light and height of darkness.

And always to see your eyes smile.

I want birdsong at sunrise their humming fills my ears with cool smooth songs that speak and seek the ocean depths. The piercing eagles cry as it calls to its mate and the sound of your voice the deep heat of your breath speaking words of love.

I want stillness and peace and line-dried sheets. Soft down blankets to wrap us close and hold us safe and in our arms

there is love until the end of things.

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