wayside of a dream

A songbird filled the air
suddenly too still, a  ragged space
an uneasy place between songs
has a measure--a question

When music begins again
like softer winds following a soft wind
when green trees sway and dance
delight flutters like candle flame.

A songbird fills the wayside of a dream
revives touch and splendor
moonlight touched a woman's skin
until eclipsed by bodies in occult,

and sweetness flowed in shadows.
From deep rivers of her eyes
a flight of song that could not stay
but in speed lifted from wants and needs

Sweet songbird draped in colors of love
bare to any eyes but mine, for I see
a poetry roamed across all of you
a filmy robe...of many blessings