momentary levitation
we danced and we laughed
far into the night
moonlight in our eyes
and tomorrow nothing
but a meaningless notion
invisible music plays
against the wind
turning tree branches
into violin strings
and sounding like
birdsong vibrations
we dance and we laugh
far into the night
while tomorrow is simply
a notion in our minds
that may or may not
come to pass
march two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Your poems leave me spellbound. Loved reading them. Rereading them… Simply beautiful.
How wonderful, Arsee ~ I’m thrilled you enjoy my poetry. Thank you so much!
My pleasure 😊
My pleasure 😊