15 Poems From My Second Book INSIDE OUT By Strider Marcus Jones

TWO BEADS

TWO BEADS

in some quixotic place,

there is the figure and the face,

whose mind transcends that secret space-

in me.

she winds new memories

like ribbons round the helix threads of destiny-

altering perceptions, light and sound

when i turn around-

and find her watching me.

two beads, bound by natures mime,

consent to dance a tango on the silent strings of time,

oblivious to other fruits, that ripen on the vine-

eventually.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 2009. INSIDE OUT