In My Own Element
I meander wistfully- -
eyes tracing a panel filled with orange stars
as toes of flowers bend in choreographed waltz,
my element alights through midnight hours
tasting the breast of moon.
And in the stillness of dusk
when all boughs turn to virtues and sins
I will find my own presence in a caravan
of pinned roses in the shade---
till darkness swallows the fog, distilled
while in a collage of framed moments
I inscribe my own name, a signature
which marks the territory from fertile clay;
waltzing not, though flowing in a natural rhythm
like a rare petal..for there's just one of me,
as I meander wistfully - -
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