My ladies of the canyon,

what is left,

when everything is,

gone?

Antique queries,

routine responses,

won't you take a good look at my face,

you see my smile looks out of place.

From inside the canyon,

things seem quite different,

MoonShadows and,

No SurrenderRetreats.

We were just,

defying gravity,

elegant spin,

around our souls.

Enchantment is exquisite,

torment of tenderlongings,

smells and curios envelop,

distract my eyes and heart.

Shall I look at you,

or what you are,

or what you are to me,

from the magic environs.

Teach me,

I am your student,

make my life complete,

let me see the obvious.

Teach me to care,

understand as you dance,

drag me out on the floor,

against my better judgement.

Teach me to long,

too long suffering,

release the pressure,

for a moment of silence.

Sweep me off my feet,

surroundsoundings of giddy,

careful placement of all objects,

come undone without good reasons.

So what do we have here,

after all is said and done,

a tapestry and painting,

for me to contemplate.

I choose to keep it all with me,

within me my garb of life,

you were the tailor,

I wear it with pride and love.