I wish I'd never
seen you dance
that very first night
since I can't get
the sound of the music
or the noise of your laughter
out of my head
or out of my dreams
where it mingles
with the sound of
my heart breaking
  

From the old wooden bridge,
my arm around your waist,
we watched the dragonflies
dance their mating dance
as you lectured me on
how they ate
damsels-in-distress,
and while I always hope
you'll be my damsel,
I hope you're never
in distress.

In that yellow house
hanging in the gallery,
she came looking for me
one Tuesday.
    
If only I could have opened the door
and stepped out on her stage ...
I've never lived in a house on a wall,
but Dahli gave me a new perspective
on where folks might live to relieve
the world's congestion.
  
She waited and cried
that I might appear.
Had I the magical powers
to reach out that painted window
to make her dream come true,
she would have believed in miracles
forever.