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. . . A Faded Ballerina
I'm just crawling down slowly dying on her muted steps
Begging in my eyes hoping she will embrace passion's glimpse.
Reigning from the faded ballerina's steps she bows in mist
With one lightning in a heart's song while tasting death's slow songs.
Her silken eyelashes once his queen and crowns she threw
Growing as young girl living in roses, carnations and tulips full
Spending her stardust silent talking over me as I grew slow
Loving his gold while enhancing her hold and never holding the moon
But hill from hill past brooks in bloom an eagle cries shen she dies
She is a vision of loving, faded ballerina so quiet and shy
Fading as she looks past her next link holding her daughter's eyes
Touching her father's hands so moist with rain and muddy food
Her shimmering feet but one eternal scripted of lover's eyes
She dips past her youthful rivers names, mountains laying low
But still she knows of only a faded ballerina a hand, a hold
Castles high with princess of wolves to bay loudly twine
Stars not loving a circle of life of center of a secular soul lies
Beyond mortal tongue, words, dreams of sawdust of labor
Betrayed blood in summer fruit and spilled ancient wine it was
How she took and still learned how to dance while giving
Even the minstrels played softly and grinned a foolish grin
Tunes of out of tunes and a crippled dance of darkness shine
Still no serpents, ravens will cause her, fading ballerina to go
Just eating and silently smiling while low in degrees of yore
Crawling in dust and talking with rust as fading ballerina beams
Of innocent unicorn laughs as rhino kneels to her worshiping feet
Faded ballerina, lover mine . . .
Faded ballerina . . .lover mine.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery