Twilight Mourning

"it is a twilight, a ris'n or a setting."

no more they mourn
when gone, i am
who will mourn
in the mor'n
or in eve,
the twilight
is it a rising
or  a setting mourn.

The Dance, Together and Apart

To Dance,  The choice,

Together and apart.

Like two beta fish,

Locked in distance embrass.

Together, and apart.

...

Found, her hair,

in my wallet, Today,

To be carried their, for so long.

Together and apart

like she has carried me,

for so long.

Why do I carry,

It.

Why does she carry,

Me. 

Daily,

We dance.

"The Class"

Dance class, 

once we tried, together.

Together,

we do not dance.

but dance we do, 

Together and apart.

and yet I have her, with me 

Always, The hair,  the dance.

Together, and apart.

Naught, this poem

It is a poem
Is it naught 

To be a naught

Is it then

Then to come
is it naught