Today, I write you A rare and Requisite waltz A love-sick Pining In which I am The child rolling end Over end Down a hill And you are the one Shuttered laughing At it's peak You Idiot Smiling Today I depart, meet The grand anatomy Like a breeze Curled in the embrace Of the world's Tepid branches Think My father Sung to a bird, the song Unwritten, two mouths Opening, closing To one another And I will think My waltz to you How it ripples And writhes in dim Evening glow. Your Feet small atop Mine, stepping across Long highways. This Is how I write it, back And forth Triple-time How nobody writes A love-song Since