Remember how to dance lest this moment pass

She stood silent in a silent room
Dark of hair and dark of thought

She withholds her eyes
So as not to see

Ten thousand shining notes of Spring
Drifting in through the open door
Singing a sweet song of pleasant climes and times

She shudders
Saying
‘Why should i even try?
It always ends in pain. . .’

Sad thoughts come to mind
But then the crocus. . .
And the jonquil. . .
Twig burgeons spread their promise
Buds born to blossom in breezy air

Relent my Love
Please
Remember how to dance lest this moment pass

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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