The solitary rose of your breath
Angel light, a slight, feathery goodnight kiss,
behind her eyes a guardian angel sighs.
The whisperer behind the song,
A misfortune in thought is exorcised:
close harmonies, fugues when
A song in a minor key, a longing to be whole and free
Roll away the stone:
On this seafront there is a stone,
where, in the creamy moonlight of an old raggedy romance,
men and women pledge,
men and women dance,
under the moon
in a place where a single ghost abides...
owls screech their ageless, endless cries
to a high, star-cluttered sky.
It is a place where all your dreams come true,
moonstruck eyes, derring-do,
flee into the glassy sea,
echoing the old, old story,
whisper it soundlessly,
enriched by such and such
wild sprigs of poetry.