A softest voice
from somewhere within
my sleep bringing dreams
Perhaps it's my conscience
when smiling upon
a different day
or finding a penny
shined and cleaned
Umbrella for your thoughts
he asks
sun catching rays
of a lighter memory
my fingers wrapping
silk brown threads of summer
in circling motions of
intentional bliss
Just waiting for a kiss
she thinks sadly
Just waiting for the kiss
And the lips
hiding somewhere closeby
tremble and sigh
A new troubled desire
flickers on and off
like the lightswitch
on the invisible wall
Walk out into the world
he begins
But her steps
twice as cautious
three times as swift
Four times ahead...
have taken her further
than the world will allow...
Balance
she urges
trying to float
upon the notes
in one Last Song
plunging over the falls
swimming to escape
the rough peaks of water
Her left hand reaches up
high above her heart
and her right arm
remains numb at her side
Is she desperately
needing to be rescued
or is she simply trying
to fly home
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