Tonight We dance

She raised her glass
to a space of fragrance
gifts of perfumers and chefs
bees for our banquet.

"Tonight we dance." 

Her glass rose
and so did theirs.

"Outside this stained window
lose specs forced to shake
water flushed from the sky
as if migration made it light.

Zeus and Thor collude
against our dinner feast
abhorred by its stature
green isn't color that fits.

Nevertheless,
tonight we dance."

And her glass rose again
with them cheering it.

"Youth flee their lessons
burdened with pesky
and serious concerns
long past their tender.

For what of their guardian,
exhausted will she manage?
the pilling of warnings?
of crossroad endings?

Regardless,
tonight We dance."

And her glass rose again,
they're lost at her turn.

"Broken close their eyes
to their fate and its price
they planned for luck solely
but got struck instead.

Their doctors prescribed
but held was their fund
for useless is the mallet
to the insurance wallet.

Anyway,
tonight WE dance." 

And her glass rose again
but gone was their wit.

"Looking-in hands implore,
forsaken howl at our spoils
like wolfs without a den
or a pack to take them in.

They'll surrender to the rain
and recoil to any found dent
of this majestic construction
to remind'em where they stand.

All the more reason,
TONIGHT WE DANCE!
Because we can!"
And she gulps the wine.

Slowly the stunned room,
in its palpable gloom,
was silently emptied.
The extravagants gone.

"Good, only I remain,
let it linger just the same
in their spoiled brains.
For we alone hold the chains."

Night

 I hold you while you gulf

that huge bottle of milk.

Straighten you up to burp

and sing to you quietly.

Drowsy eyes, full belly

soft pjs, clean diaper,

you are rocked slowly

to the land of wonder.

In my arms you will find

the comfort you need might

that is all that I aspire.

Hope in the morning to hear,

that graceful inviting smile

to that I sleep, nighty night.

The strangest rebirth

I was invited once,

To the strangest event. 

On the last day of the year,

One with a long painful end.

A long time friend,

Told me of his gathering, 

With more high school mates. 

I can join them, he said.

We made mayonnaise 

And canapés 

In small hand-crafted plates. 

All four happy to be single, 

As I was once again, 

With gellow shots and music

In a small appartement.

We had all we needed

To burn the past away. 

Writen on small

pieces of parchment

Collected on a metal bucket

Light up with a wooden match

And ashed slow under our watch. 

It was weird. 

It was healing. 

As a Fenix brought within

A room of nurturing,

Absolutely bewitching. 

I haven't had the chance, 

To see them together since. 

Thank you David. 

By lending me your friends, 

You have made more for me

Than all of mine tried.