La Vie

From the dark of the wings
none can see what
the voice over paints;
with notes that rise like
an infant’s cries from
the pain and  the
ecstasy of birth.
A sensuous girl poses
with limbs outstretched
and frozen in tableau 
blindly denying the break
in the bough which is
weakened from ages ago.
But the secrets she cradles
fall fragile as feathers
and land like sparrow’s eggs.

You lead with your heart
while thoughts play,
roundelay, in  your mind
Your chart was drawn from
stars that dance  and
descend on midnight’s
most delicate rim
where they fall , fragile as feathers
but  land like sparrow’s eggs