Violin

Closing my eyes I can see you again My whirligig, dancing as if on water Not watching my fingers play Bow loosely threaded like your dancing hair Red reflected in the flames behind you Colouring my eyes with warmth and longing While my hands tire, my arms sink My violin hits the ground I hear them say Boy, play me some more, their faces Grey and distorted while all I want to see Is you, all I want is your husky voice The rasp of your fresh beard on my skin Walking to the dying fire, trampling ashes Raising my arms and once more seeing You, arms around me, dancing together Your soft hum in my ear, while you hold my Violin high, bowing for me, striking a chord In my heart, forever in my heart *** April 26, 2017 Copyright © Darren White