0rpheus

Smile to me! And play for me 
lost songs of long ago,
haunting silver melodies 
the music of the moon.
Like whiskers of a kitten 
touching nothing in the dark,
that penetrate the all consuming gloom.
Whisper  through the morning sun,
the cobwebs and the trees,
past thistledown and dandelion
floating  on the breeze,
and make my heart believe again-- 
to  leap and soar and twist
that I may wrap around  you 
like a shadow from the mist,
and wet with love---remind you
of the lips that you once  kissed.