[I lost track of how many drafts I’ve made. I don’t know if this is getting better or worse]
A free spirit loves everyone,
not one romance.
Leora had the light to be a day
to be of warmth, of wisdom
illuminating in humor’s dance
a candid banter to laugh
to play at night one lightly
But she’s a brilliant explorer now
who leaves to leaf through
dreams and dilemmas blue
who might have stayed
the day, the night too
In Leora’s magic night
I felt a deft embrace
of luscious touch, and
then in light had left, but
Her love inheres the day:
the wind and the birds
tweak her sayings for
philosophy nested away
Yet her love inheres the day:
she is warmth and
her light is the delight that
inheres my laugh when
remembering her yet
on unforgiving nights
How the winds are calm in frights
and the birds do die if a song is away
and the sun won’t rise inherently in me
because I was one of many she loved
and I had never really had her at all.
