Shadows and Decay
Rachel Lofgren
Violins at night:
reasons to write,
reasons to fight.
I know they need
a chance to play.
So I gather up
the dust and memories.
But memories burn,
so I turn
and I yearn
For flowers gone, skies
from days and years
ago. Dandelion wishes, stolen
kisses, apple-scented summer air.
The violins play
the night away
for dreams astray.