Unseen, unheard,
I dance
dying swan steps
in the shadows
of your poetry
to the haunting music
of our anguished souls.
You dance with a ghost long gone,
as I -
a strange pas de deux,
broken and trembling,
in the moonlight
of desolation.
9 December 2004
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