You slipped between the words
Falling short to reach your lips
Breath deep
Answers travel short distances
They travel a wings flight
To hover around some sweet angel’s head
Waiting for approval
Anticipating one’s glance
Rich in hues
Makes black fade
Colors blossom with brilliance
Smiles grow from tender thoughts
Sleep brings dreams
Drawn on carriages
Brought by onyx laden stallions
Dripping stars on night’s minions
To comfort the weary
For tomorrow’s beauty will show bright
In dancing eyes
Of the forgetful
Walking quietly past the ever after
6-09-02
P.S. I don’t get it either, but hope you like it.