"Faerie Danse?..."

Thoughts on an afternoon

“Fairie Danse? …”

 

‘Tis early - yet afternoon.

Can feel the trucks rumble

through the planks underfoot.

So near… so near - yet far.

Cars going …and going…

the whisper of other’s wheres

tire’s flowing

 

…floating…

 

Some have to …BE…

and we - the other’s

just have to… sit,

stand, lean-on porch rails,

gaze through the window’s glass,

…watch

wait…

for -

beginnings, ends, each in-between.

 

Drifting, drifting -

The mind’s pause

…silhouettes of leaves -

Imposed on wispy, shimmering branches.

 

The air coalescing…

 

They’re just right …there.

 

Cloudy eyes, unfocused to nows.

The dim, near-transparent view

views

…the movements…

circling, swaying, drawing

…yet somehow holding…

and the echoes

their echoes

re-sound within.

 

I SEE …I see…

 

The faire returning

Coming, floating the aerie.

Transparent colors - wondrous

colors…

swaying,

motion, movements…

step-pivots-circles-duck, prance

while with arms aloft and hands

flowing down

then up and back

around-and ‘round…

then begin anew

and again

and again

and…

 

Still breathing -

life has happened

as it always did and does,

but you've ne’er been forgotten

nor "shelved" in a mind's darknesses. 

 

Another winter is nearing,

cool-to-cold,

bleak,

grayish,

damp and fleeting moments of

…being...

and now the silence echoes close.

 

My ‘Lizbeth rose

Is

…was…

here.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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