Ambuscade

The sky is blue.
The leaves are green.
So bright, skeletons are out of sight unseen.

We burn so bright.
We dance so hard.
Go fast faster! so troubles shake off.

Your eyes are so bright.
Your mouth so cruel.
But I’d kiss you if I wouldn’t feel a fool.

The sky is dark.
The leaves are quiet.
The skeletons wait, though unseen, never silent.

June 8, 2005