Her Song

She can make a pirouette of feeling Turn and turn inside me every time we touch She can shade the color of confusion So all that matters is that nothing matters much She can take the secrets out of shadows I was sure that I would always have to keep She can lay all curled against the morning And stop tomorrow with the quiet of her sleep I have looked in house of mirrored faces For a long, long time But now I see myself reflected in her smile She will smooth the edges of my questions Growing trust where I thought trust could never grow She will wait while I begin to love her She will hold me while I'm letting go She will hold me while I'm letting go