Breakfast at Tiffany's

Aloft 
She holds strings like wings
Flying colors and notes 
Held between two fingers and a smile 
She flies light like kites
In a pale blue summer sky
Sunlight comes swift in a cold room
Globally warming my smirk to smile 
Timeless 
She suspends thought 
Weaved and wept into too many
Accidental accidents 

Equilibrium 

in truth, hope comes with the dying breath of a hard strung concerto
An off-beat/beats 
Thought into movement 
She dances on the precipice of a life well lived; turning moments into lifetimes 
And telling stories without a word. 
If I 
Saw her, in a second, would i believe? 
Preaching unpredictability from the pulpit of practice 
My personal partita - parting brims with sweet sorrow and songs sung
Laughter hung
Tonight, we dine in decadence. 
Tomorrow, we breakfast at Tiffany's.