Strum

Could we pretend to dance,
twirl me like you did once
as stars looked on,

before our spirits entwined;
you, with flute of wood
accompanying strums; hums
of this weeping harp
beckoning your fingers,

swaying the mood.

Wrap words around these notes,
proper, but pleading answers
to unforgotten promises
lingering in these candles,
white and seeking song.

~

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