bday wish

Words spoken given freely, images come and go but the constant whispers of silken soft spoken "hi hi's" take flight upon dew drops glistening in the morning heart's rain. A vision of beauty she dances with words, supple skin swaying to the beat within a house built of pages, a black skirt spinning, leaving a scent of morning grass and a rose cut of paper dancing within the folds. Body thrums, an instrument dusted with time lost begging to be played, to become something again to be heard and seen. It is enough to see time and space in the heavens and think upon what if but to see and hear the voice from a city within the country, a thousand keys slide home to protesting sharp copper locks, secret gears turning in unison as the door opens, the curtain moves to the side, as the sun rises, the moon comes out, as fingers slowly slide together. It is the place, the time the moment. It is tomorrow and yesterday. She dances with words and I yearn to hear her music so that I might dance too.