His Eyes Now Dance In Mourning Light
his eyes now dance in mourning light
he wished he touched her silk
and drank sweet blossom's milk
but it was only her hands he felt
that made his aching heart melt
his eyes now dance in mourning light
as he thinks back at that happy night
hugs of sugar drops
making his heart stop
hugs of warm embrace`
he now thinks of blossoms in a vase
so temporal the moment
of life's lost endowments
of two geese straddling a wander
and then flying alone into the blue yonder
connie pachecho
1/20/17
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