I never thought that

I would meditate again

until I met you

my moonbeam

I never thought

that I would dance again

until I met you

my weeping willow pine tree

the revelations and games needled in

a dream

a scene

a raised voice in a quiet bar

all of these were helping me last night

to the tune of a weird chime

and there is a sliver of light that

falls delicately across the floor

whispering to the endurance of

a very particular thought which does

keep its own company after the

demon of sleeplessness releases its grasp

fortune has drawn a circle around me

made up of the ground up bones of

past mistakes and painfull memories

but I have defeated that monster

through focusing energies and power of will

yet the relaxation that comes before

rest will only arrive once I have

your amazing sighs

by my side

and a peach chamomile hot toddy

to pride inside

I never thought that

I would meditate again

until I met you

my moonbeam

I never thought that

I would dance again

until I met you

my weeping willow pine tree