February 13, 2017Poem
Even as blood flows
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Even as blood flows
Freely in my veins
There is a lack of syncopation
No rhythmic pulse
Just a steady beat
No shuffle
Swing
Or easy sway
No nimble flutter
Like a butterfly
What a dance it was
Never less than a kiss away
From romance
A timeless flight
Of fantasy
With more than a share
Of unpredictability
I was the dust
On your wings
You were the summer
Of my years
The music has changed
The intention
Is the same
But the invention
Has disappeared
Play me
Let a love song float
On the updraft
If I can be haunted
By its melody
It will be something
To remember you by
Dance little butterfly
A regal suite
A timeless night
Under moonlight
A fine ballet
Until morning comes
And the magic disappears
In a welter
Of fairy dust
Can I
Can we...just…