A kiss is a probe, isn’t it? Tell me . . .
Wait! First, meet me in the shallows
where the echoes go, or atop the tree
where we’ll find our self
in selfish longing,
won’t you?
© Chagall 2015
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She said she’d return as a small light,
one I would see should sadness surround me.
No need to search, just open your heart
I’ll guide you out of the dark
© Chagall 2015
Here at the ceiling, before flying away,
I think that I’ll bob just a bit
© Chagall 2015
This then is essentially done,
I just need now to go and do it.
© Chagall 2015
The songs are ancient
Sung by birds who’ll soon perish
Sunlit empty branch
© Chagall 2015
Her love reached me in fragments
until I was whole, except for fine fissures
where sometimes I cry at the seams
© Chagall 2015
The least we can do
is to make the most of it.
© Chagall 2015
I fell in love
when the waitress said
Cherries-in-chocolate
or chocolate-in-cherries,
which will it be?
© Chagall 2015
How creative the moment it constellates
like stars in time set off little flares
I’m awake I’m awake I’m alive!
against real sky in reel time. Let’s!
you and I do jigs on the dance floor
wave our flames high in the air
We’re awake, we’re alive!
© Chagall 2015
I remember now – once as a child
I had devised a way to forget.
Did I really spring from that?
© Chagall 2015
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