Distraction’s veil
Diversions in a mist of blue
No faster fleeting thought
  should spring to mind
   when searching these minutes
    spent out of time
This rain of tears may drown someone
  and this descent is quick enough to cry
Oh but some soft and silken smiles
  they may go on forever
(Oh please, the dream where we danced)
(And the dance floor where we danced)
The light from this
  blows clean these eyes
   and the sharpness of hundreds of tiny faces
    in a second’s whisper that reflects cold
It is the mirror of my spirit
  and I have it bound within me embraced
   by degrees of a luminous being
Yes, we are each degrees of a sun that
  breathes life to succor all my wounds
   - sought or self inflicted –
The infinite cover in the hours of darkness may think
  itself bereft for a missed opportunity to light upon you
   to shine upon you
    and our dance floor
                                                                             FRS