by Cynthia Linville
It all starts and ends here:
a stone stairway leading to nowhere.
I recognize the touch of his hand.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees.
She is here too,
arms folded back like wings.
A lone broom sweeps the cold path
where we once danced.
An owl hoots thrice:
just one more who betrays you.
* * *
Just one more who betrays you,
she is here too.
An owl hoots thrice.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees.
A stone stairway leading to nowhere,
a lone broom sweeps the cold path.
It all starts and ends here
where we once danced,
arms folded back like wings.
I recognize the touch of his hand.
* * *
I recognize the touch of his hand.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees,
arms folded back like wings.
She is here too
where we once danced.
An owl hoots thrice.
A lone broom sweeps the cold path,
a stone stairway leading to nowhere.
It all starts and ends here:
just one more who betrays you.
a stone stairway leading to nowhere.
I recognize the touch of his hand.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees.
She is here too,
arms folded back like wings.
A lone broom sweeps the cold path
where we once danced.
An owl hoots thrice:
just one more who betrays you.
* * *
Just one more who betrays you,
she is here too.
An owl hoots thrice.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees.
A stone stairway leading to nowhere,
a lone broom sweeps the cold path.
It all starts and ends here
where we once danced,
arms folded back like wings.
I recognize the touch of his hand.
* * *
I recognize the touch of his hand.
Ghosts swarm the skeletal trees,
arms folded back like wings.
She is here too
where we once danced.
An owl hoots thrice.
A lone broom sweeps the cold path,
a stone stairway leading to nowhere.
It all starts and ends here:
just one more who betrays you.