Eva

Sweet music,
Slow, like winds dancing
Playing the flutes of
Buildings too tall
They sway like
A woman's curve
Dancing tango
On the Halls of the gods.
How she danced motionless
Like a poet's word
Too bland for fools
Yet she can cause
Tears to fall and
Freeze them mid-air
Never to touch
The dry earth of August's
Unusual sunshine.
She is a leaf
Dancing waltz with the winds
Her own voice, the symphony,
Higher than the trees
She climbs, up and up
'Til she reach the skies
And I will wrap with tears
The remaining flowers of my
Wilting garden
And bring it to the seas where
They scattered her ashes,
To escort those leaves
Philandering with the breeze,
On its journey to eternity.