Crescendo

It wasn’t so much your tremolous hands 
Holding fast to mine as the sun broke the horizon. 
More like the ache in my bones was slowly ebbing away
With each cautious step across the floor to you. 
In your mind we were there 
Slowly dancing around the room. 
How easy it is to imagine that moment,
As the words fall at our feet, being recycled into beauty. 
I yearned for the frozen dream to thaw,
To allow time to meet in an earth shattering way. 
We were teetering on the edge 
While the songbird sang its beautiful melody. 
Our greatest triumph falling into place,
Once we reached the sweet crescendo.