Anna bella

she whispers like water
over the rocks of he dreams
that are scattered
a change in the weather
and like a river
she is flowing
opening up like a flower.

What secrets do you have?
I wanna know.
What worlds do you live in?
I really wanna know.
where will we go
when everywhere we've been
is dancing around us
a carnival of ghosts
hopeless and lonely
I wanna know you
and I want you to know me.

a terminal ballet
we move in flounces
gestures
talking but
saying nothing
saying nothing
but still talking.