on a bridge
is a lock without a key
wistful dream
that is a will o’ the wisp
amended by charm and vibration
in resolute visions
she has waited so long
it only happens when she dips then pirouettes
she’s open to play
her body and her inspiration ascended
she is visualized in a lovers song
where the night is absolved
under full moonlight
that pleasing poet of burnished silver
float across the sky
see the wind as it shakes
it goes around
and comes
back to the round
wiping tears away
with those poems in parting
This is just to let you know Sir that I read & liked the weave
This is just to let you know Sir that I read & liked the weave
©bishu