She Was A Sole Sad Violin Playing Inside of a Great Cathedral

I never knew how to dance
until I touched her face and
met her smile.

It could light up the world
with other
better worlds.

She was Socrates, Mozart
Rembrandt
sheet music
sunlight falling between hair
dreams shaken from a child’s
kaleidoscope of sight.

A sad violin
playing inside of a great cathedral.

I was empty space
between everything
and nothing
waiting.

She taught me how to fly
“Hun, don’t look down.
Look to where you want to go.”

And it was to her window
each time
where she would breathe in
my anxious breath.

“Take this light,
take it.
It doesn’t belong to me
anymore
than you do
than a dream does
than a sea of wanting
until all seas end.

This love, it’s killing me.”
I said.

She did
then she was gone
like a ghost fading
into music ending

with such stubborn silence.

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