What’s left of her dancing distant breaths
What kept wept and slept to the left of the white
Bright but blue in hue
The remnants of what’s left of me and you
Ya know? But how could you?
Do what the earth needs In the morning’s mourning
The dew with wet and bereft
Of knept and swing toward what bird’s sing of thing
And the Love of GOD and a nod toward forward thinking
Do I sound like I’ve been drinking?
Perhaps; the lap of the orbit of swoon I dance the stars for the love lit moon
And soon the evening will end could we dance ‘til the silence
Of the wind?
Chay 2012
