where You danced, it was
not on the     doorsteps
of this

            space
    
  but on the lowhum,glowing
grass of somewhere far
  more real...

ethereal,the walls harp
in operatic glee,
                            the angels
walk like You & twirl
                     & twirl
                  & twirl

   ,they are dizzy with Love
& they fall, to line the floor
                          for You