Familiar

Spinning

Silhouettes;

Hushed

Iambic

Memories;

Fragrantly combined

With I in

Between.

We were free falling motion;

I subdued

Stark apologies.

Words wreathed into

The picturesque

Motionless

Sky.

She framed the ache;

Saved her broken countenance;

And all her strength

For all her knees' knowing.

She drowned her spirits

In high waters;

Savoring him was worth the risk.

That is the trouble with impractical visionaries

Whose zealous hearts

Write no ballads

For tragedies.