even safe places remain a mystery,
the sorrel leaves turned towards ghostly clouds lit by the moon,
bright as it may be, the light of the moon left a shadow on my soul
brush and caresses of past dance partners, felt in that womb
vulnerable to their touch, just the memories bring me warmth
soft glow of a dawn,
just over the hills of the past, lies the field of the future
waves of grass, traveling in place, astonished by lover’s footsteps
they lead me to where my heart yearns for the most, the deepest corner of your soul
kneading together, our strands of inner time
moving in place yet time flies right past me
our gossamer steps now unweighted by isolation
lightly trailing behind one another, as we’re lead to peace and levity
in the places that bore our frivolity
days bleed, and when the stars appear, they grieve