Shadow me as sound angles back,
weeping willow waltz until I can’t no more.
Kept breath contain beams,
a secret in tiny time,
pulsations of thought explode between rhyme.
Fly fast to remain suspended on edge,
drop below zero and hold too close
play with my fate to get further than most.
Pull deeper to reveal a new mask,
cover in light to complete the task.
© LaRonda Moore