my lovely birds
my angels
my bones in the hush
shiver
through the branches of the tall oak
deep
embedded in a dreaming eagle's side
spin the tapestry of beautiful
chaotic
melodies
I am missing the glide of your spinerette souls
the beat of such deep
red hearts
through the skye
emblazoned in the skin of the sun
embedded in the moon's hips
Sing for us my lovely ones
I am so missing our dance
