Run

"Run" I tell her

at the Cinderella Hour.

                                                “Forget the foot and float-

                                                  let your heart be a boat.”

Her heartbeats misled

by the wanderlust of Time;

I tell her to forget.

And to run.

That she can be told;

that she will hear,

is clear to me, too clear.

                                                “Don’t drop the drape, just dance;

                                                  embrace the womb of chance.”

Her thoughts gone astray;

feelings that no longer rhyme-

I tell her to forget.

And to run.

That she will uphold

whatever she’s told,

is clear, too clear.

                                                “Why weave yourself new wings?

                                                  The heart’s a sling with strings.”

“Run” I compel her.

“Run” I tell her.