Corner of Your Lovesong

Corner of Your Lovesong‍

Contemplate a painting of lights languishing in the rain of grey.
And follow the paper where the ashes walk in the dandelions of winter.

A figure is near the windowsill,
collected by grass,
waiting for an audience of one.

She ran calling your lovesong,
on a flower of recognized faces,
that belonged to otherwise memory.

-- Shelli