just a sonata before sunrise

he arrives with earthen sleeves
and a warm flood of amorous
chords dribbled in from a galaxy
i have yet to visit

he seems to live there
with a stare of a meditative star
how far can two candles burn
without snuffing out the flame

how long can two pillars
continue to pave the road
with ecstasy...before the tall
grasses alongside

the country road
flare up in cognizance;
it is the will to flame
that leaves us out of breath,

which causes the burning
of her golden mane,
turned into a pixie cut-
for fancy loves change

and how the sparkler enjoys
rearranging window panes,
and thick oak doors left open
for amour madness escapes

through key holes and heart holes
on cellos deeply rich and sweet
to gingerbread fussing
and white picket fencing,

letting in
the sonorous
sweep of music
from across the street,

letting that be the gentle
harmonics she wishes to keep--
the symphony alive in pies.
shared by the baker's son

before any chords were stirred
so early in the morning
just a sonata before sunrise
a simple bonfire burning

~kate lamberg (c) '14