Cindy

Who beseeches lonely bums, sets afire pallet frames, all to guide us home, cotton, gold and hair spikes, what games we play, how we wield the dice, I dance to a different drum, moonlight meets my gaze, a lovely songbird thrums, do I settle here or fly, flit from place to place, or listen to its lullaby, springtime grass has come, trees burst down the lanes, they call me Sugar Plum, will I sway in dusty light, my name reside on buttered waves, others ask me why, love always greets my days?