~holiday~

let us take holiday on the moon 

whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy 

floating to a magician’s tune 

won’t you build me a swing 

slowly sing to me 

that song you like to sing 

for then we shall fly 

collecting constellations 

barefoot in a night sky 

whisper sweetly like you do 

as the stars giggle 

when my cheeks change hue 

let us take holiday on the moon 

with no thoughts 

of ever returning soon 

costumes and masquerades

Sir Frederic’s symphony lent the stage

to the dance of lovers past 

ghosts they were in a quadrille

for the scroll began its journey

finding the language within the vein

tipping 

dripping 

a heart familiar 

of lifetimes lost 

and regained 

with each turn of this masquerade

the other knew 

no matter the venitian shade 

a language scripted from long ago 

etched there for familiar fingers to find 

upon flesh divine 

to reread over and over again 

as Sir Fredric’s symphony was set to rewind