Copper coins melt down like Saturn returns
I pocket these coins, these small messages from God.
The Sun and the Moon are dancing in Town.
Tonight, it is no more than the dancing that awaits me like a fragrance.
i shall cloth myself in red flannel and jasmine.
& so begins the singing of the blues!
There is no mending a patched up broken heart
But I can go on driving, dancing the waltz, singing folk songs
wiggling my hips with a smile on my lips and a world at my ........fingertips!
World shifts & moves about, over & over again, like an oyster, but still I am here, occupying this space .
For Love held me in his steadfast arms!
& in steadfast arms I myself learn to love again, like the recently birthed calf
The Sun and the Moon are Dancing!
I'm not ready to give up; this feels right to dream again