sometimes the right time
is not now
even though
the fight is thick
for it to be so
there is just another way
the world must go
touch me with your naked hand
touch me with your glove
dance me to the End of Love
Peyroux fancifully hymns
Madeline,
so many cords past now
and yet your beat still utters slow
slow
slow
slow
in my head
on this evening painted
Orange and Amaranth,
only now
could the birth be Known—
an epoch
Geology
the true existence
of the meaning experienced
when I dreamt of You—
how real
a blue twinkle lights your eye
loving me
through this verve
until tomorrow
through the night
Will I love you
with every swerve
and will you see me
as the tide hangs low
while the darling Willow blows
in this winding landscape
one dreams a dream
do you
Will you
always
love me
perhaps just dance
dance me
dance me till the end of time