Listened to as well as looked at
With only a split second depicted
The felt duration of a picture
Extends several seconds before
And after that frozen moment
From what just happened to what’s
‘Bout to happen
Dissolving in the trance of time.
5. Like springs of our own musings
…We wake the dead
With our shadows, marauding midnight of its silences…
Improvising night from day.
4. Her lips are the pigment of
Poetry, tasting like the love
She promised to only me
In words foretold
By my dreams.
3. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…’til no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.
2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.