Test

What I love is near at hand
She skips and dances
Ribbons ablaze
Skirt drifting in the wind
For one tiny moment everything is just right
We think of lost times
Hours emptied into black bags
Take them to the trash
Pour pennies down the sink
All such a fine dance
Words drifting through the window
Catch them with our teeth
Wait for night to fall
And dreams to come
Is it all a race she asks
I giggle
No just a test I think
What I love is near at hand
And yet it flies away on the morning sun
Gets carried off by the oncoming rain
For one tiny moment everything is just right.