Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there were hours
when the foolish mind
danced

the music was a roaring wedding
in the inner ear
in the street the traffic hummed

the eye entertained
the dance of the seven veils
but it was behind a curtain

the kiss was like a ghost
the wet lips imagined
only the smile was like lipstick

there were hours
when the clock
stopped

the night in bed
was a dream
as moonlight
got lost in the clouds

the night in bed
was a dream
as moonlight
got lost in the clouds...

I seem to recall a few of those nights. A finely woven poem where the words are like a fine silk placed where they needed to be. Enjoyed.

me too
thank you