atop the glistened mirror top
where the sky projects on this mirrored  surface
clouds and limitless
floats a small girl almost flower like
lotus pearl white arms pirouette
a flowered world on a
polished pond a vision
of graphene serenity
stronger than anything
like looking at melting suns
starbursts and signatures
of Greek gods acclaim
la fleur so small
grandiose
beauty stemmed
perfectionist
floating proud
independent
an image
glowing
sincere
just there

Her arms so arabesque,
choreographed by Balanchine,
smoothly flow
raise and lower
in time to unheard melodies,
A Flamingo when this lady
dresses.
Bees and birds stop fluttering,
watch, as
she pulls those stockings
slow, so slowly
up her silky leg
to heaven.

I remember her that evening
Those auburn eyes
That velvet touch
Words can't describe that feeling
That feeling I miss so much

We grew our separate ways
Sayin' you want to be on your own
Only I was still in love
Because of this I learned so much

I often think about those moments
And how things might of been  
A night doesn't go by
That I don't want you here with me

But then I think back to that evening
Those auburn eyes
That velvet touch
Words can't describe that feeling
That feeling I miss so much

how have I forgotten
foolish me
my lips across your skin  
just memories
you would think we would have learned
from the past that we had made
that we were not meant for each other
and that's the price we pay