Thursday, December 20, 2007

One more twirl

Is there a waterfall where you come from?

A tiny whirlwind that touches the edge your sanity,
like the breath of a dark animal
that you dreamt about…
the one you saw dart across the hay field.

Is there a woodfire, safe in the cocoon of your mind
an ember that you’ll save for a rainy thought…
Is there one last longing before I leave?

See the last lead leave the love-note
the last grain leave an old foot-print
the last feather descend your spine

Turn the page, but slowly love
Let your fingertip seek one last, last waltz.

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