Night skies embroidered into a skillful tangle
Voices sink, smooth as satin
Above the stars that dare to dangle
In rhythm with the tune of latin
The broken breeze breaks love apart
To assist them in their dying dance
And slow, they sync in a silent art
Until the morning numbs their trance
As flames scorch the break of dawn
And turn time into golden rust
Outlining the blades of a lonely lawn
Are the remains of fairy dust
2009-11-11
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