The Miss Step

Of the barest site danced I

Through as bare skeletons

Beneath a fearsome wild sky

to prance the dance of fauns



Oh they hide so well

In well timed step

behind the bones that fell

behind the trees that wept



Where oh where my gaze

shall site your fair face

trough the hated haze

of doubt's obscure lace



there also be swords

edges to cut and bleed hope

arrows do become words

flying to pierce what I'd cope



I own my dark past

of time left uncaught

wasted by purity I did fast

I let my flower rot



To know your here in some place

hidden as a clever sprite

I'll hide with my turned face

and think my love not right