The dust, too, shall tire and fall And I will find the light Streaming-first in puddles, then in waves- into my path. Alone once more, I face The beginning. Alone once more, I know There really is no end. Author Shirley Siaton invites the reader to dance with her to the myriad rhythms of life, in the transcendental hours of darkness, in her poetry collection, 'Dance in the Dark.' Featuring...