Could she wear roses in her hair?
Could she dance around the fire?
Would the moon cast shadows
Or sit quiet examining from the sky?

She handed back the key.
She didn’t know why.
Again and again she passed it back.
Once he took it,
They said goodbye.

Could she call him in once more?
Could she coax him close?
She walked his soul inside her dreams
but couldn’t say the words.

She was shackled tightly now.
She knew not she had no reach.
She lifted up her skirts,
For him to crawl beneath.

He walked on by without a glance.
Was it for the best?
Was it both of their defeats?

Spinning around the flames,
She was a circle of her own.
Roses showering from her hair,
To the ground below.