poem

over mountain tops 

          under the sea

             full of stars

 smeared across the

faint blue-black sky 

             a candle, lit

        the scent races through

the trees, the leaves

               they sway

 making shapes 

making sounds

nothing around

      silence screams 

as i look

over, 

    all  i see 

is your  shadow

waltzing across 

the wet 

green   grass