Encore
I watch her twirl in silent flame;
under a roaring sunset.
Her eyes are enough to hush
this fervent daze
but she won't cry.
Not for me, not tonight.
She'll dance until it's gone,
until the music shatters
the sound of broken tongued dreams.
Until my voice is engulfed in the
fury of her sway.
So I thrum the lost notes,
caged away in my bones
and sing the song I've always known
but couldn't find the words for.
Hope that it's enough for the encore.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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