On a night as blue as a forever rain,

spinning winds of fate in a web spotted drops,

walks a beauty drawn chiseled force and damaging bearing.

Not a beat of heart or a blink of eye passes

before his tumbling heart falls before her sculpted feet.

As his blood ceases to pump and

fields of cotton sprout on his tongue

their eyes meet like in a choreographed show

All of time waits the darkening sky,

the lady judges and weighs—

he smiles and casts his wager as hope’s spring splashes his quivering lips

As the coin flies through the air and

fate’s web slowly coalesces,

another dream passes before the crooning sky.