Moving target

Night sparks

Embers dance on

Petals sweet

But does not burn

Something new yet old

Understood for the first time

In this cycle of life

Waiting for his

Soft kiss

And choreographed timing

And I,

Your sweet moving target

Find me

In the lonely open air

Catch me

With you patient yearning

Your net of time

My careless obsession

And tangled hair

All he needs

Is one ‘yes’

In a book of ‘no’s