Michele?

 

The world is

              a sitar

     and were its strings.   

            Pluck me

              from this earth

and hear how I sing.

 

of heavens

& wild flowers

      sringlet souls

         rolling hillsides

          purple horizons

blue noon

& red moons, 

    of everything I once had known.

 

Place me back on earth

            and Ill talk of our future,

and what is to come        

 

 

things like the unknown

   people & places

            of the dead

* * * *                 

Once I flew and you were there.

Once I danced and you did stare.

Once I loved and felt so bare.