Poetry

I take you in my arms. O moon. 
Crazed. You have become a muse 
of a dervish. I hear the noises. Inside. 
Beyond perception. I could have swapped 
with you. My rage. My skin. My solitary inside. 
Becoming a dagger into your heart jumping. 
Never falling you said. The evergreens. I 
have again failed.The crops. Standing, on the river. 
Not crossing the bridge. To meet the spring. 
In meadows. May be. Unsaying. Will 
it help to know? The words standing behind 
the lips? Will you catch the words? 
Floating in air, when I am gone with 
the clouds. You will keep on repeating I 
was here, in your eyes, in your tears. 
Moving away in opposite direction will 
you look back when dawn arrives? 
I will hold you and kiss on mouth.