The moon makes a mighty mess of me
Keeping me awake, restless, dreamless futile sleep
I compose chants of bitter rain, sonnets of inherent apology
All in faith that I will be delivered from this motive to lose sight of you
I pray for devotion, fervent respite for my love
This fantasy that manifests itself only in my dreams
Where all is black, drenched of color and taste, except
for a swirl of violet, pink and blue
A velvet dress,and a honey smile
the one and only dancer in my heart