Glance

Every once in a while
would the musgs under my feet
imaginary I know
but I can feel
And the frankincense ashes
which my fingertips draw the heavens
on the wall
In September
by best-mate will take me
to the ball
And all
I wanted
have you all
to stare and glance
To shift procrastine
with elegance
and remember, always remember
MY NAME

Thais-SP