brass / words / 2006 / Patch

When our stars

c   o  l  l  i  d  e

                Life is what it should be.

Orbits surround us.         Her

Orbits surround me.       Dance.

                                                Whimsical.

                                                Within.

                                                Me.

Something in her air

                Strikes me true.

                                                Embracing

                                                                I m a g I n a t I o n.

Circling now                                        …

                                Something in here.

 

                Prickling. Stickling.

                Picking.

Sight for a sore soul.