The Eternal Dance

In twilight's hush, a weathered chair creaks,
A silver-haired woman's heart still seeks.
The love that time cannot erase,
His tender touch, his warm embrace.

Ten years have passed since he's been gone,
Yet memories linger, ever strong.
Grief etched on her face, she sits alone,
As sunset paints the leaves of brown.

Then suddenly, the air grows still,
A presence felt, against all will.
She lifts her gaze, and there he stands,
Her love, with outstretched hands.
"May I have this dance?" he softly asks,
His eyes alight with love that lasts.

She rises, doubt and years melt away,
As if it were their wedding day.
They waltz to music only they hear,
Each step erasing doubt and fear.
In this moment, time stands still,
Their love defying nature's will.

As their dance slows, he pulls her near,
And whispers gently in her ear:
"My darling, you are not alone,
I'm always here, in heart and bone."
"I'll wait for you beyond the veil,
Where love and dance will never fail.

Together we'll sway forevermore,
On heaven's bright, eternal shore."
His form now fades, but warmth remains,
Her heart, once heavy, feels no pains.

A gentle smile grazes her face,
She understands, with newfound grace:
True love transcends all mortal plans,
An endless dance in unseen lands.

In twilight's glow, the chair stands strong,
Her heart at peace, where it belongs.