End of the Circle
They dance around the pansies
in their spring bursts of laughter.
Blades pierce through the arms of the forest
blinding the smiling glare of the swingers
balancing in the cradles of century giants.
A vision of another realm in silky gowns
it floats in a distance persistent.
Warriors pass by on faithful dreams
circling the ramparts of an invisible fortress
watchful they stand seeking a gate.
Hearts of innocence glow in the mist
tracing newborn comets in the cosmos.
Two worlds swirling in their trembling safety
will never collide and will not meet.
Eternal kings on the infinite quest to the damsel
at the speed of light in the universe
with the force of galaxies they continue to waltz.
In deep space on the wings of a butterfly
the giggles of the victors echo still about the pansies.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.