Circles
To dance in the middle of the field
wearing a flowing dress
twirling circles
for the eyes of who's left
behind to watch I guess
sadness in slow motion
along with imaginary tones
of the acoustic guitar
like when you remember someone who died
home movies that bring unknowns
the tingle and the tremble
when you sit on the floor
and gaze upon the wishing
hands up to the mouth
then over the eyes to see no more
weeping soul
empty as zero
twirling circles
remember the hero.