Myla Morningstar
Based on a poem by Lisa Sabre
Is it too late
to write a new story
to plan a new fate?
I was still dancing
when the
music stopped.
Are we losing our way,
getting lost in desire —
leaving bare wire & stillness?
Are we losing direction?
Can we un-fire the flame,
or un-flame the fire?
Is this love?
Is there nothing in sight?
My vision is blind
I wasn’t done
with you yet.
Our past melts,
it burns, its ozone
offends me.
Our part, My part,
we melt in the sun,
a slow deliberate burn.