eye to eye
we dance
in the breeze
and the sounds
of this frail
gypsy wedding
are carried north
between the trees
to fade on sullen shores
where children play
oblivious to the water
that was once
red
with the blood
of their grandfathers
and on these six strings
tended by bruised
soft-spoken hands
the burden rests
with silent strength
and wanderlust
playing sad songs
in major chords
Into starlight.
