Pleasant Places

Pleasing pleasantries

Do I ask the disarray

Of life and love

A slight bow

With slanted gaze

For if I was to dance

And ask the air to return my dream

An apology carries a feather

Glorious trade I dare say

Have this my dearest sky

A dream upon no vison seen

Fly my kite to reach end times

Bravest man to ask open skies

Kindest night O heavenly sight

Be my strength as I leave space and time

Shall I lead the way

For the first step is with the right

Be it a tuxedo with no bow tie

Or the tango of life