Rolling Ball In Cloud Part Screened

Transfused in silver shining through,

a stolen glance or song in distant blue,

I’m peeking right before you land,

reeling in a green-winged saraband.

Could I find a better place to chill?

Tell me where to go now and I will.

Flashing in the twisted guts of night

I can only imagine your delight.

Moonlit silver-blue, swaying like a reed,

let me intimate my heartfelt need:

I breathe in a falling breath with you near,

and it is not shyness, it is just fear.