Monday, November 16, 2009

[soul eyes]

a patient choreographer for my thoughts,
words stage nervously; pli’e,
turn quiet to leap away.
dark rows and vacant misleading spotlights,
mistep and darken my toes; miss my deliberate limbs,
turn the thoughts away.
poor oh quiet director,
hums a pleasant Soul Eyes;
nods the head
bows the hat
and shuts away the stage;
good night you quiet dancers,
sleep for better bravery and
a quiet beautiful tomorrow.~