Another Day

The false curtsy
of a silhouette
is more
than dared I ask
to see reflected
in a broken mirror.

All pirouette
and more
a whirlpool
and all again
a hurricane  
and again
until the rain soaked ground
began to pool
and puddles became ponds,
ponds became lakes,
and lakes fulfilled it all
and cast adrift
in a sea of hope,
my heart.

Her eyes
became those pools
in which my heart
at last had room
to swim a freeness
in a reef of joy.

I have no right
and yet here,
on this spot,
two fifths
from the outer rim
of Milky Way,
hung on nothing
but the tender promise
of a kiss
that someday,

and yet
my heart clings
to a cloud
the whisper
of her silence
on the dawn
of each new day
when I can say hello
and graffiti waltz again
another poem
on the walls
within her heart.

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