“Dance with me, move your body a lot”

I walk to the pipers riddle, dancing feet,

The composer is orchestrating suburban enchantments, over everyone’s house,

People talk,

Moisture, says you, in the air,

The birds line the streets,

All wait, like servant girls, on you

And I wake and my bed, it’s empty

The composer comes in on a wave

Strikes a chord sorrow, plucks the heart out

And a weight is on my neck, like a phantom noose

Wrapping round, an empty blanket, cascades, searching form, to be good, to be true

But it doesn’t, just at a loss why it doesn’t

Reach out, find you

I am writing words for you

Dancing on waves of joy and sorrow

Directionless, clueless

Composer of stories, Cupid,

He’s composing a branch, a leaf, a wind, a form, a note,

And it all says you

All settles, like gravity or life’s weight, on you

The meaning that takes shape, composed, is you,

Symbol of Love, joy and pain, pain and joy,

Oh God! Pierce me again with that dancing arrow!