She bleeds life like a sieve Only slightly crazy, But most assuredly insane. Entrancing with her movement, Given to the moment And taken like a wasted breath. She laughs like the ocean moves, Breaking on the shoreline And giving in to the incessant call. A tiny bit of honeysuckle rose Floating past the farmhouse In the warm southern twilight. Lying between the blades of grass, Without a sound And breaking apart the heavens. She grasps at the seams of her dress Glowing in the fields And dancing with a shadows grace. She’s a little piece of moonlight Riding the nighttime And playing in the atmosphere. A narrow light contrasting the dark Smiling in a knowing way And dodging the darkness between fireflies She came, rushing like a cannonball Without regard for simple things And fading faster than I had hoped Leaning slowly closer to my ear, Whispering caustic words of love And saving me from myself.